Just remember, when your mother’s gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cum, I did it for you.

One must always be careful of books.

You're sitting on my bed," he said. "Did yo think I was under it?

Your plans are suicidal. At best.

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

One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it's 5 a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at." "Meaning you?" "What else?

Oh, come on," Clary said. "You're a vampire, not Spider-Man.