“I told you to bring me to Alec! Backstabbing Judas.”

“JACE WAYLAND," she said. "Explain yourself."Jace was glaring at the cat. "I told you to bring me to Alec! Backstabing Judas."Church rolled onto his back, purring contentedly.”

“So I might have to marry Alec when I'm grown," Illia was prattling across to Seregil. "I hope that won't hurt your feelings too much." Seregil slapped a hand over his heart like a troubadour in a mural. "Ah, fair maiden, I shall slay a thousand evil dragons for you, and lay their steaming black livers at your dainty feet, if only you will restore me to your favor.""Livers!" Illia buried her face against Alec's shoulder with an outraged giggle. "You wouldn't bring me livers, would you, Alec?" "Of course not," Alec scoffed. "What a disgusting present. I'd bring you the eyeballs for a necklace, and all their scaly pointed tongues to tie your braids with.”

“You yourself told us that in the final analysis we are our own betrayers, playing Judas to our own Christ”

“Jace?" She offered him the glass. "I am a man," he told her. "And men do not consume pink beverages. Get the gone, woman and bring me something brown.""Brown?" Isabelle made a face. "Brown is a manly colour," said Jace and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. "In fact, look-Alec is wearing it."Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. "It was black," he said. "But then it faded.""You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested.”

“What do you need the phone for, Alec?” “We just need it,” Alec said impatiently. “Izzy-”“If you‘re texting Magnus to say ‘I think ur kewl,’ I‘m going to kill you.”“Who‘s Magnus?” Max inquired.“He‘s a warlock,” said Alec.“A sexy, sexy warlock,” Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec’s look of total fury.”