You Could Know A Man Not By

The Weapons Room Looked Exactly The Way Something Called "the Weapons Room" Sounded Like It Would Look.

Were You Thinking About Eating Me?

Am I Blind?" Will's Voice Floated Out Of The Darkness, Tinged With Annoyance. "i'm Not Going To Be At All Pleased If You've Blinded Me, Henry.

His Beauty Did Not Blaze Like Will's Did In Fierce Colors And Repressed Fire, But It Had Its Own Muted Perfection, The Loveliness Of Snow Falling Against A Silver Gray Sky.

It Was Like A Bad Movie Except He Didn’t Actually Twirl His Mustache.” -jace To Maryse About Valentine, Pg.122-