Lord of Shadows (The Dark Artifices, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“Not every member of your family is going to be awesome. But when you see Tessa again, and you will, she can tell you about Will Herondale. And James Herondale. And me, of course,” he added, modestly. “As far as Shadowhunters go, I’m a pretty big deal. Not to intimidate you.”

“The Unseelie King’s sons,” whispered Mark. They were crouched behind a tumble of boulders, peering around the edges, weapons in hand. “Some of them, anyway.” “Doesn’t he have any daughters?” Emma muttered. “He has no use for them,” said Mark. “They say he has girl children killed at birth.” Emma couldn’t prevent a flinch of anger. “Just let me get close to him,” she whispered. “I’ll show him what use girls are.”

Kieran looked as if he might explode. His hair had gone completely black. With an angry look at Julian, he strode toward the Shadowhunters—and knelt in front of Cristina. Everyone looked surprised, none more than Cristina. Kieran tossed his dark hair back and looked up at her, a challenge in his eyes. “I swear fealty to you, Lady of Roses.”

and though there were valuable first editions of books in the enormous library, most of them had been scribbled in by some idiot named Will H.

Someone had scrawled the initials JB+LH into the paint by the window.

There were two height charts scribbled on the plaster, the kind you got by standing someone against a wall and drawing a line just above their head, with the date. One was marked Will Herondale, the other, James Carstairs.

“Magnus Bane,” said Barnabas, with clear loathing. “The Ultimate Traitor.” “Not my favorite nickname,” Magnus said, gently wiggling his fingers in Barnabas’s direction. “I prefer ‘Our Lord and Master’ or maybe ‘Unambiguously the Hottest.’ ”