“But there's one thing all the pixies do have in common. There's no magic left in any of their wings. No shimmer. No luminescence. And I have this awful feeling that my wings look no different.”

“I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. "Faeries have no sense of humor.""Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not," he added, "that I have ever been there.”

“I'm not left-wing, or right-wing. With only one wing I couldn't fly, and I just couldn't have that.”

“There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.”

“There's no guarantee that justice will win out or that a noble sacrifice will make any difference. But when it does, there's something that still swells my chest. There's magic in that.... It tells me that's the way things are supposed to be. ”

“A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.”