I was just thinking of bunding up Cecily and feeding her to the ducks in Hyde Park," said Will, pushing his wet hair back and favoring Jem with a rare smile.

It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.

Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.

He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.

That was what humans did: They left on another messages through time, pressed between pages or carved into rock. Like reaching out a hand through time, and trusting in a phantom hoped-for hand to catch yours. Humans did not last forever. They could only hope what they made would endure.

No matter what the price offered, no Downworlder would fail to listen to a warning against one of the nephilim.

How generous the universe could be, when he wanted to be!