Can I Help You With Something?" Clary

I Have A Fetish For Damsels In Distress.” “don’t Be Sexist.” “not At All. My Services Are Also Available To Gentlemen In Distress. It’s An Equal Opportunity Fetish.

Trying To Read His Face. It Was Like A Book Written In A Foreign Language She'd Studied All Too Briefly.

Hello, Hello.” Magnus Swept Toward Them..."alec, My Darling, Clary. And Rat-boy." He Swept A Bow Toward Simon, Who Looked Annoyed. "to What Do I Owe The Pleasure?" "we Came To See Jace," Clary Said. "is He All Right?" "i Don’t Know," Magnus Said. "does He Normally Just Lie On The Floor Like That Without Moving?" "what –," Alec Began, And Broke Off As Magnus Laughed. "that’s Not Funny." "you’re So Easy To Tease. And Yes, Your Friend Is Just Fine. Well, Except That He Keeps Putting All My Things Away And Trying To Clean Up. Now I Can’t Find Anything. He’s Compulsive.

Beauty Fades, But Cooking Is Eternal.

He (jace) Glanced Down At His Bound Hands. His Wrists And Shoulders Had Gone From Aching To Hard, Stabbing Pain, But He Didn’t Wince As The Inquisitor Regarded One Of The Blades, Named It Jophiel, And Plunged It Into The Polished Wooden Floorboards At Her Feet. He Waited, But Nothing Happened. “boom,” He Said Eventually. “was Something Supposed To Happen There?” ~pg.303~