Sometimes," said Will, "they're even supposed to blow up.

You can take your Law," she said in a measured tone, "and shove it right up your-

I tell so many lies, sweetheart," he said. "which one specifically?

Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of - " He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know." "I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you." "That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified.

There is more to living than not dying," he said. "Look at the way you live Will. You burn as bright as a star.

The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.

Hope is not an illusion.