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“Lily lit up. “Do I want to come on a bro road trip with you, rushing to the aid of gorgeous damsel in distress, Jem I’d-love-to-climb-’em Carstairs?”
― Cassandra Clare, The Land I Lost

“once you go Zachariah, you never go backariah”
― Cassandra Clare, Son of the Dawn

“About Bane. Don’t hurt him,â€� Raphael said abruptly.
Alec hesitated. “No,� he said, his voice softer. “I would never—�
Raphael held up a peremptory hand. “Stop being disgusting, please,� he said. “I don’t care if you wound his, as the kids say, ‘wittle fee-fees.� Dump him like a ton of magic bricks. I wish you would. I just meant, don’t kill him.�
“I’m not going to kill him,� Alec said, appalled.
His blood ran cold at the idea, and colder as he looked down into Raphael’s face. The vampire was serious.
“Aren’t you?� Raphael asked. “Shadowhunter.�
He said the word the same way as the Downworlders of the Shadow Market had, but it sounded different in service of protecting someone Alec would gladly give his life to shield from harm.
It made Alec wonder if the people of the Market were all looking at him and seeing a threat to someone they cared for.
“Stop it, Raphael,� said Lily. She gave Alec a brief, surprisingly sympathetic look. “Kid’s obviously in love.�
“Ugh,� said Raphael. “Terrible business. Let’s get out of here.�
Elliott cheered. “Can we go to the after-party?�
“No,â€� Raphael said with distaste. He left Alec and walked away without a look back. After a quick last glance, Lily and then Elliott turned to follow.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic

“Anna held up a small black-bound memorandum book. Cordelia hadn’t even seen her retrieve it. They strode out of the bedroom, Anna waving the book over her head in triumph. “This,â€� she announced, “will hold the answers to all our questions.â€�
Matthew looked up, his eyes fever-bright. “Is this your list of conquests?�
“Of course not,� Anna declared. “It’s a memorandum book� about my conquests. That is an important but meaningful distinction.�
Anna flipped through the book. There were many pages, and many names written in a bold, sprawling hand.
“Hmm, let me see. Katherine, Alicia, Virginia—a very promising writer, you should look out for her work, James—Mariane, Virna, Eugenia—�
“Not my sister Eugenia?� Thomas nearly upended his cake.
“Oh, probably not,� Anna said. “Laura, Lily� ah, Hypatia. Well, it was a brief encounter, and I suppose you might say she seduced me.…�
“Well, that hardly seems fair,� said James. “Like someone solving a case before Sherlock Holmes. If I were you I would feel challenged, as if to a duel.�
Matthew chuckled. Anna gave James a dark look. “I know what you’re trying to do,� she said.
“Is it working?� said James.
“Possibly,â€� said Anna, regarding the book. Cordelia couldn’t help but wonder: Was Ariadne’s name in there? Was she considered a conquest now, or something—someone—else?”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“Brother Zacharide-him-like-a-bad-pony.”
― Cassandra Clare, Son of the Dawn

“Brother Sixpackariah.”
― Cassandra Clare, Son of the Dawn

“A pretty vampire woman in a cheongsam came flying down the hallway, ribbons waving from her purple-streaked hair like a silken flag. Her face was familiar. Alec had seen her at Taki’s, and around the city more generally, usually with Raphael.
“Save us, oh fearless leader,� said Raphael’s lady friend. “Elliott’s in a huge aquarium puking blue and green. He tried to drink mermaid blood. He tried to drink selkie blood. He tried to—�
“Ahem,� said Raphael, with a savage jerk of his head in Alec’s direction.
Alec waved. “Shadowhunter,� he said. “Right here. Hi.�
“He tried to keep to the Accords and obey all the known Laws!� the woman declared. “Because that’s the New York clan’s idea of a truly festive good time.�
Alec remembered Magnus and tried not to look like he was here to ruin the Downworlder party. There was one thing he and this woman had in common. He recognized the bright purple she was wearing.
“I think I saw you earlier,� said Alec hesitantly. “You were—making out with a faerie girl?�
“Yeah, you’re gonna have to be more specific than that,� said the vampire woman. “This is a party. I’ve made out with six faerie girls, four faerie boys, and a talking toadstool whose gender I’m unsure about. Pretty sexy for a toadstool, though.�
Raphael covered his face briefly with his non-texting hand.
“Why, you want to make something of it?� The woman bristled. “How happy I am to see the Nephilim constantly crashing our parties. Were you even invited?�
“I’m a plus-one,� said Alec.
The vampire girl relaxed slightly. “Oh, right, you’re Magnus’s latest disaster,� she said. “That’s what Raphael calls you. I’m Lily.�
She lifted a hand in a halfhearted wave. Alec glanced at Raphael, who arched his eyebrow at Alec in an unfriendly way.
“Didn’t realize Raphael and I were on pet name terms,� said Alec. He continued to study Raphael. “Do you know Magnus well?�
“Hardly at all,� said Raphael. “Barely acquainted. I don’t think much of his personality. Or his dress sense. Or the company he keeps. Come away, Lily. Alexander, I hope I never see you again.�
“I’ve decided I detest you,� Lily told Alec.
“It’s mutual,� Alec said dryly.
Unexpectedly, that made Lily smile, before Raphael dragged her away.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic

“The last werewolf tripped over Raphael Santiago’s foot. Alec hastily hit him in the back of the head with the hilt of his seraph blade, and the werewolf stayed down.
“That was an accident,� said Raphael, with Lily and Elliott sticking close behind him. “He got in my way as I was trying to leave.�
“Okay,� Alec panted.
He wiped dust and sweat out of his eyes. Bat the DJ staggered toward them, claws out, and Alec flipped his seraph blade so he was holding the hilt again.
“Someone dropped a piece of roof on me,� Bat told him, blinking in a way that was more owlish than wolfish. “Inconsiderate.�
Alec realized Bat was not so much on a murderous out-of-control rampage as mildly concussed.
“Easy there,� he said, as Bat tumbled against his chest.
He looked around for the most trustworthy person, for someone to be on his team. He took a gamble and dumped Bat into Lily’s arms.
“Watch him for me, will you?� he asked. “Make sure he gets out all right.�
“Put that werewolf down immediately, Lily,� Raphael ordered.
“It really hurts that you would say that,� Bat muttered, and shut his eyes.
Lily considered Bat’s head, pillowed on her lavender bosom. “I don’t want to put him down,� she announced. “The Shadowhunter gave this DJ to me.�
Bat opened one eye. “Do you like music?�
“I do,� said Lily. “I like jazz.�
“Cool,� said Bat.
Raphael threw up his hands. “This is ridiculous! Fine,â€� he snapped. “Fine. Let’s just vacate the collapsing mansion, shall we? Can we all agree on that one fun, non-suicidal activity?”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic

“Oh no, Brother Hop-in-the-sack-ariah”
― Cassandra Clare, Son of the Dawn

“I hope they're all right", Alec said quietly to Lily when Jem and Tessa went off to prepare for their midnight visit to the warlock's house.
"Of course Tessa's fine", said Lily. "You do realize she gets to go to the Jem-nasium anytime she wants?"
"I'm never talking to you again if those names don't stop".”
― Cassandra Clare, Ghosts of the Shadow Market

“Magnus’s head was tipped back, his shimmering white suit rumpled like bedsheets in the morning, his white cloak swaying after him like a moonbeam. His mirrorlike mask was askew, his black hair wild, his slim body arching with the dance, and wrapped around his fingers like ten shimmering rings was the light of his magic, casting a spotlight on one dancer, then another.
The faerie Hyacinth caught one radiant stream of magic and whirled, holding on to it as if the light were a ribbon on a maypole. The vampire woman in the violet cheongsam, Lily, was dancing with another vampire who Alec presumed was Elliott, given the blue and green stains around his mouth and all down his shirtfront. Malcolm Fade joined in the dance with Hyacinth, though he appeared to be doing a jig and she seemed very puzzled. The blue warlock who Magnus had called Catarina was waltzing with a tall horned faerie.The dark-skinned faerie whom Magnus had addressed as a prince was surrounded by others whom Alec presumed were courtiers, dancing in a circle around him.
Magnus laughed as he saw Hyacinth using his magic like a ribbon, and sent shimmering streamers of blue light in several directions. Catarina batted away Magnus’s magic, her own hand glowing faintly white. The two vampires Lily and Elliott both let a magic ribbon wrap around one of their wrists. They did not seem like trusting types, but they instantly leaned into Magnus with perfect faith, Lily pretending to be a captive and Elliott shimmying enthusiastically as Magnus laughed and pulled them toward him in the dance. Music and starshine filled the room, and Magnus shone brightest in all that bright company.
As Alec made for the stairs, he brushed past Raphael Santiago, who was leaning against the balcony rail and looking down at the dancing crowd, his dark eyes lingering on Lily and Elliott and Magnus. There was a tiny smile on the vampire’s face. When Raphael noticed Alec, the scowl snapped immediately back on.
“I find such wanton expressions of joy disgusting,� he declaimed.
“If you say so,� said Alec. “I like it myself.�
He reached the foot of the stairs and was crossing the gleaming ballroom floor when a voice boomed out from above.
“This is DJ Bat, greatest werewolf DJ in the world, or at least in the top five, coming to you live from Venice because warlocks make irresponsible financial decisions, and this one is for the lovers! Or people with friends who will dance with them. Some of us are lonely jerks, and we’ll be doing shots at the bar.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic

“Lily-she's one of the smartest of the vampire clan. Knows everything. She and Raphael were always thick as thieves.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Not that I would ever dream of nonconsensually drinking the blood of any Shadowhunter, because it would violate the Accords!" Lily informed Brother Zachariah in a loud voice.
"The Accords are deeply important to me.”
― Cassandra Clare, Ghosts of the Shadow Market

“This is a historic occasion,' Lily said. 'The first time in fifty years Raphael has given someone his phone number at a party.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic