Lucy

“Huh,” said Kit, thinking of the Cold Peace. “Are you a prisoner?”
“No,” said the faerie. “I’m Mark’s lover.”
Oh, Kit thought. The person he went into Faerie to save. He tried to stifle a look of amusement at the way faeries talked. Intellectually, he knew the word “lover” was part of traditional speech, but he couldn’t help it: He was from Los Angeles, and as far as he was concerned, Kieran had just said, Hello, I have sex with Mark Blackthorn. What about you?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“I couldn't keep a fish alive," she said. "I kill plants just by looking at them."

"I suspect I would have the same problem," Mark said, eyeing the fish.

"It is too bad - I was going to name it Magnus, because it has sparkly scales."

At that, Cristina giggled. Magnus Bane was the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and he had a penchant for glitter.

"I suppose I had better let him go free," Mark said. Before anyone could say anything, he made his way to the railing of the pier and emptied the bag, fish and all, into the sea.

"Does anyone want to tell him that goldfish are freshwater fish and can't survive in the ocean?" said Julian quietly.

"Not really," said Cristina.

"Did he just kill Magnus?" Emma asked, but before Julian could answer, Mark whirled around.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“There were valuable first editions of books in the enormous library, most of them had been scribbled in by some idiot named Will H.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Ty: Just words I like. If I say them to myself, it makes my mind - quieter. Does it bother you?
Kit: No. I was just curious what words you liked.
Ty: It's not the meaning, just the sound. Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt.
Kit: Whisper would be one of mine, too. Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns.
Ty: Blackthorns.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows