It's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury."

Magnus Stood Up And Went To The Window. He Pushed The Curtain Back, Letting In Just Enough Light To Silhouette His Hawklike Profile. "blood," He Said, Half To Himself. "i Had A Dream Two Nights Ago. I Saw A City All Of Blood, With Towers Made Of Bone, And Blood Ran In The Streets Like Water." Simon Slewed His Eyes Over To Jace. "is Standing By The Window Muttering About Blood Something He Does All The Time?" "no," Said Jace, "sometimes He Sits On The Couch And Does It.

She Seemed Like A Creature Made To Attract Everyone And Express Nothing Real, Though It Would Take A Master Observer, Like Magnus, To Know It.

The Young Man Who Appeared At The Mouth Of The Alley Was Pale In The Lamplight—paler Even Than He Usually Was, Which Was Quite Pale Indeed.

For That Was Love, Wasnt It--to Burn Bright In Someone Else's Eyes?

You Are Aware That The Sale Of Liquore Is Currently Against The Law." Edgar Went On, "but I Suppose That Is Why You Enjoy It." "everyone Should Have A Hobby Or Two," Magnus Said. "mine Just Happen To Include Illegal Trade, Drinking And Carousing. I've Heard Of Worse." "we Tend Not To Have Time For Hobbies." Shadowhunters. Always Better Than You.