I Need A Bodyguard." Simon Eyed Him.

She Hated That Will Had This Effect On Her. Hated It. She Knew Better. She Knew What He Thought Of Her. That She Was Worth Nothing. And Still A Look From Him Could Make Her Tremble With Mingled Hatred And Longing. It Was Like Poison In Her Blood, To Which Jem Was The Only Antidote.

Children Of The Nephilim," Magnus Said. "well, Well. I Don't Recall Inviting You." Isabelle Took Out Her Invitation And Waved It Like A White Flag. "i Have An Invitation. These"--she Indicated The Rest Of The Group With A Grand Wave Of Her Arm--"are My Friends." Magnus Plucked The Invitation Out Of Her Hand And Looked At It With Fastidious Distaste. "i Must Have Been Drunk," He Said. He Threw The Door Open. "come In. And Try Not To Murder Any Of My Guests." Jace Looked At Him, "even If One Of Them Spills Something On My New Shoes?" "even Then." - 219

[will Herondale] Would Say He Knew A Warlock Who Was A Better Friend, And More Worth Trusting, Than Many A Nephilim Warrior.

He Looked Back At Her, And When She Saw The Look On His Face, She Saw His Eyes At Renwick’s, When He Had Watched The Portal That Separated Him From His Home Shatter Into A Thousand Irretrievable Pieces. He Held Her Gaze For A Split Second, Then Looked Away From Her, The Muscles In His Throat Working.

Henry Turned As If To Dart Out Of The Room, Then Swung Around And Stared At Them, A Look Of Confusion Passing Over His Freckled Face, As If He Had Only Now Had Cause To Wonder Why Will, Tessa, And Jem Might Be Crouching Together In A Mostly Disused Storage Room. "what Are You Three Doing In Here, Anyway?" Will Tilted His Head To The Side And Smiled At Henry. "charades," He Said. "massive Game.