Is That Why You Didn't Call Me?

He's A Cousin Of Some Friends Of The Lightwoods Or Something. He's Nice. I Promise." "nice, Bah. He's Gorgeous." Magnus Gazed Dreamily In His Direction. "you Should Leave Him Here. I Could Hang Hats On Him And Things." "no. You Can't Have Him." "why Not? Do You Like Him?" Magnus's Eyes Gleamed. "he Seems To Like You. I Saw Him Going For Your Hand Out There Like A Squirrel Diving For A Peanut.

Or Am I The Only Warlock You Know?" "no... But You Are The Only Warlock We Know Who Happens To Dating A Friend Of Ours.

You Live In My Head All The Time.

She Looked Around. They Had Drifted Far Away From The Bank Of The Canal. "are We Stealing This Boat?" "stealing' Is Such An Ugly Word," He Mused. "what Do You Want To Call It?" He Picked Her Up And Swung Her Around Before Putting Her Down. "an Extreme Case Of Window-shopping.

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.