“The thing about the Mirror is that no one knows where it is. In fact, no one knows what it is.”"It’s a mirror,” Simon said. “You know – reflective, glass. I’m just assuming.”

“You know what the worst thing I can imagine is? Simon had said. Not trusting someone I love.”

“I can't believe you know someone named Freaky Pete," said Simon."I know alot of people," said Luke. "Not that Freaky Pete is strictly people, but I'm hardly one to talk.”

“I didn't know you were bringing the mundane." His blue eyes flicked uneasily over Simon."That's what I like about you people," said Simon. "You always make me feel so welcome.”

“Good,” Simon said. “If you want to know why, it’s because you smell like blood.” “It’s my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.” Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knuckles where blood had seeped through.”

“I will have you know I practiced that speech. In front of a mirror before you got here.""So what do you think it meant?""I'm not sure," Jace admitted, "but I know I look damn good delivering it.”

“Have you told Eric and the rest of them that—” “That I’m a vampire? No. It isn’t the sort of thing you just drop into casual conversation.” “Maybe not, but they’re your friends. They should know. And besides, they’ll just think it makes you more of a rock god, like that vampire Lester.” “Lestat,” Simon said. “That would be the vampire Lestat. And he’s fictional.”