You serve a greater cause. Your life is not yours to throw away (Magnus Bane)

You can’t just keep grabbing at me every time you see me. It’s not a substitute for actually talking.

Faeries are fallen angels," said Dorothea, "cast down out of heaven for their pride." "That's the legend," Jace said. "It's also said that they're the offspring of demons and angels, which always seemed more likely to me. Good and evil, mixing together. Faeries are as beautiful as angels are supposed to be, but they have a lot of mischief and cruelty in them. And you'll notice most of them avoid midday sunlight—" "For the devil has no power," said Dorothea softly, as if she were reciting an old rhyme, "except in the dark.

Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!

Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side.

He's not here." "Not here like he just popped around the corner to the bodega for a six-pack of Diet Coke and a box of Krispy Kremes, or not here like.

The past is nothing to [the young], not even another country as it is to the old, or even a nightmare as it is to the guilty.