Jace Reached Up To Unzip His Jacket.

What Is This?” He Went On Now, Spearing An Unfortunate Object On A Fork And Raising It To Eye Level. “this… This… Thing?” “a Parsnip?” Jem Suggested. “a Parsnip Planted In Satan’s Own Garden.” Said Will. He Glanced About. “i Don’t Suppose There’s A Dog I Could Feed It To.” “there Don’t Seem To Be Any Pets About,” Jem—who Loved All Animals, Even The Inglorious And Ill-tempered Church—observed. “probably All Poisoned By Parsnips,” Said Will.

Being Remembered, And Remembered So Kindly, Touched Him More Than He Would Have Thought Possible.

Maybe. Although I Doubt Most Shadowhunters Get A Tattoo Of Donatello From The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles On Their Left Shoulder.

The Next Thing I Knew I Was Listening To Five People Shouting. What Was That All About, Anyway?” (luke) “nothing,” Chorused Clary, Simon, Alec, Magnus, And Jace In Surprising And Probably Never-to-be-repeated Unison. -pg.243-

How Many Times Have I Told You, Magnus? Behave Professionaly In A Professional Setting. Which Means No Being Rude To Nephilim, And Also No Getting Attached To Nephilim." "i Never Get Attached To Nephilim!" Magnus Protested. Ragnor Coughed, And In The Midst Of The Cough Said Something That Sounded Like "blerondale." "well," Said Magnus. "hardly Ever.