A patient, methodical sort of madman. The worst kind.

“Valentine whirled. Clary, lying half-conscious in the sand, her wrists and arms…”

“Is he dead?" he inquired. "He looks dead." "No," snapped Maryse. "He's not dead…”

“Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out…”

“As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin mus…”