To my son, If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.

"Simon,” said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. “I guess this is the part where we say good-bye?

You cannot save every fallen bird," said Woolsey. "One will do," said Magnus.

I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.

And in addition to its practical uses, it would seem to work for cosmetic purposes. This powder would make my very skin glimmer for eternity." Henry frowned. "Not eternity," he said, but then he brightened. "But I could make you up another batch whenever you please!" "I could shine at will!" Magnus grinned at Henry.

I may be a killer," Jace said, "but I know what I am. Can you say the same?

She had always wanted a brother. And she had one now. Sebastian. It was like always wanting a puppy and being a hellhound instead.