I Love Round Tables. They Suit Me

The Conviction That Everyone In This House Must Be Dead Had Gained Such A Hold On Magnus That It Was A Shock When The Woman Who Had Summoned Him Here Opened The Door.

Love And Lies Can Corrupt Even The Purest Heart.

His Fingers Skimmed Down Her Body, Over Skin And Satin, And She Shivered, Leaning Into Him, And She Was Sure They Both Tasted Like Blood And Ashes And Salt, But It Didn't Matter; The World, The City, And All It's Lights And Life Seemed To Have Narrowed Down To This, Just Her And Jace, The Burning Heart Of A Frozen World.

Magnus, I Wish I Had The Nerve To Wear The Kind Of Pants You Do.

You Like The Party?" "is It In Honor Of Anything?" "my Cat's Birthday." "oh." She Glanced Around. "where's Your Cat?" "i Dont Know. He Ran Away." -magnus & Clary, Pg.221-