"There was ale by the yard, and nobody ever carded you to see if you were under twenty-one. Being a lycanthrope made you grow up fast, and as long as you sprouted hair and fangs once a month, you were good to drink at the Moon, no matter how old you were in mundane years." Chapter 2

"Vampires and werewolves were just people with a disease, that much she understood, but expecting her to believe in all that heaven and hell crap, demons and angels, and still nobody could tell her for sure if there was a God or not, or where you went after you died?" Chapter 2

"The place smelled smoky and gamy, a little like - Clary had to admit it, though she wouldn't have said so to Luke - wet dog." Chapter 2

"That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock...