"And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?"His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching."
"I am a man"he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown."
"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."
"I have a fetish for damsels in distress.”“Don’t be sexist.”“Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish."
"Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?"Simon raised his eyebrow in response."Well, aside from mine of course,"Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic."
"Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane.""They didn't,"Magnus said. "Your wards are down.""Really?"the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed."Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you."He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down."