"I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while,"he grunted, "It relaxes me.""It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably."
"That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it?"Magnus pointed. "It's awfully butch for a bookseller."
"You might want to lie down,"Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in."
"What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name"
"Alec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?"Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt."
"Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?"asked Simon."No,"Jace said. "Sometimes he sits on the couch and does it."