“You’re not the only one who calls them that; the other Downworlders do the same,” said Will. “I discovered that fact while investigating the symbol. I must have carried that knife through a hundred Downworld haunts, searching for someone who might recognize it. I offered a reward for information. Eventually the name of the Dark Sisters came to my ears.”“Downworld?” Tessa echoed, puzzled. “Is that a place in London?”“Never mind that,” said Will. “I’m boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?”

“Downworld?" Tessa echoed, puzzled. "Is that a place in London?""Never mind that," said Will. "I'm boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption.”

“Never mind that,” said Will. “I’m boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?”

“I'm boasting of my...skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption.”

“We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.""Downworlders?""The Night Children. Warlock. The Fey. The magical folk of this dimension."Clary shook her head. "Don't stop there. I suppose there are also what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?" "Of course there are," Jace informed her. "Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are.""What about mummies? Do they only hang around Egypt?""Don't be ridiculous. No one believes in mummies.""They don't?""Of course not.”

“He smiled again. I kept staring. Then I said, “My name is Tillary Quilter.” “You called. We have an appointment. I’m a trained investigator, so I figured that one out.”