It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy, just different.

Fine,” Kyle said. “I’m a werewolf. I’m not part of a pack, but I do have an alliance. Have you heard of the Praetor Lupus?” “I’ve heard of lupus,” said Simon. “Isn’t it a kind of disease?

Everything changes in my life, and the world stays the same.

Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self." "Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before. "Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out.

A rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar.

Whatever the Clave was discussing, the Council meeting was dragging on brutally late. “But he knows New York. He doesn’t know Alicante—

It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand.