Cassandra Clare

Speaking of luck, Isabelle Lightwood is a total babe. Actually, she's better than a babe: She's a hero. She came all the way here to tell the world you were hers. You're telling me she doesn't know another hero when she sees one? You're going to figure out what you're doing here. Isabelle Lightwood believes in you, and for what it's worth, I do too.

I suppose we all lie to ourselves sometimes.

The monster's bride at his door. Magnus could not stop staring. [Jocelyn] was staring too. She seemed transfixed by his pajamas. Magnus was frankly offended. He had not invited any wives of crazed hate-cult leader to come around and pass judgement on his wardrobe.

One cannot judge a man for the sins of his family.

Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which.

A scientist said once that if the ocean were as clear as the sky, if we could see everything in it, no one would ever go in the sea.

We are Morgensterns," he added, a dark ache in his voice. " The bright stars of morning. The children of Lucifer, the most beautiful of all God's angels. We are so much lovelier when we fall." He paused. "Look at me , Clary. Look at me.

Not specifically. "Demons have been on Earth as long as we have. They're all over the world, in their different forms _ Greek daemons, Persian daevas, Hindu asuras, Japanese oni. Most belief systems have some method of incorporating both their existence and the fight against them. Shadowhunters cleave to no single religion, and in turn all religions assist us in our battle. I could as easily have gone for help to a Jewish synagogue or a Shinto temple, or _ Ah. Here it is.

Demons," drawled the blond boy, tracing the word on the air with his finger. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purposes of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension -

You can not buy or drug or dream your way out of pain.

Perhaps there isn__ anything Alec is afraid of.__agnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows. __oo,_ he said.Jace was grinning. __ome on, surely you__e got a phobia or two. What scares you?__lec thought for a moment. __piders,_ he said.Clary turned to Luke. __ave you got a spider anywhere?__uke looked exasperated. __hy would I have a spider? Do I look like someone who would collect them?___o offense,_ Jace said, __ut you kind of do.___ou know_---Alec__ tone was sour---__aybe this was a stupid experiment.___hat about the dark?_ Clary suggested. __e could lock you in the basement._____ a demon hunter,_ Alec said, with exaggerated patience. __learly, I am not afraid of the dark.

Will grinned. __ome of these books are dangerous,_ he said. __t__ wise to be careful.___ne must always be careful of books,_ said Tessa, __nd what is inside them, for words have the power to change us._____ not sure a book has ever changed me,_ said Will. __ell, there is one volume that promises to teach one how to turn oneself into an entire flock of sheep____nly the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry,_ said Tessa

You don't have to do this.""I think I do," Julian said. "I remember making a vow to that affect.""Whither thou goest, i will go, whatever stupid thing you do, i shall do also'." Emma said. "Was that the vow?

The way Magnus_ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he__ said his father__ name.

Do you not tire of eternity? Do you not wish to end your suffering?""By leaping into the Void? Not really.

A sense of hopelessness had invaded his bones, as chill and as inescapable as the rain.

Magnus had animated one of his magnificent Chinese fans, and it flapped ineffectively at him, barely stirring the breeze. It was, if he was completely honest with himself (and he did not want to be), a bit too hot for this new striped blue-and-rose-colored coat, made of taffeta and satin, and the silk faille waistcoat embroidered with a scene of birds and cherubs. The wing collar, and the wig, and the silk breeches, the wonderful new gloves in the most delicate lemon yellow . . . it was all a bit warm.Still. If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to. One should wear everything, or one should wear nothing at all.

I've got plenty._ Isabelle smiled, kicking her feet up so that her anklets jingled like Christmas bells. "These, for instance. The left one is gold, which is poisonous to demons, and the right one is blessed iron, in case I run across any unfriendly vampires or even faeries, faeries hate iron. They both have strength runes carved into them, so I can pack a hell of a kick. ""Demon hunting and fashion," Clary said. "I never would have thought they went together.