Have you told Eric and the rest of them that—” “That I’m a vampire? No. It isn’t the sort of thing you just drop into casual conversation.” “Maybe not, but they’re your friends. They should know. And besides, they’ll just think it makes you more of a rock god, like that vampire Lester.” “Lestat,” Simon said. “That would be the vampire Lestat. And he’s fictional.

I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.

Jem drew back from her, looking dazed. "By the Angel," he said. "Perhaps we do need a chaperon.

Other people have shrubbery in their gardens. You have a bottomless pit.

Tessa knows Will,” protested Charlotte. “She trusts Will.” “Iwouldn’t go that far,” muttered Tessa.

Ma'am," Magnus said, advancing. "I must counsel you not to exit the carriage while a demon-slaying is in progress.

Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission." "Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered. "Selling them on what?" Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.