The letter I received said you had need of my particular talents, but I must confess that I have so many talents that I am not sure which one you require.

Consider it a race to see who kills you first, Daylighter-Valentine, the other Downworlders, or the Clave.

We're not dating," Alec said again. "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?

Magnus had learned to be careful about giving his memories with his heart. When people died, it felt like all the pieces of yourself you had given to them went as well. It took so long, building yourself back up until you were whole again, and you were never entirely the same.

Are you trying to get run over by a cab? Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood

she glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "It would have been a lot less painful.

No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.