Love Makes You A Liar.

There Were Some Feelings You Never Forgot.

Vampires, Fey Folk, Werewolves, Shadowhunters, And Demons - These Things Made Sense To Magnus. But The Mundane World - It Seemed To Have No Pattern, No Form. Their Quicksilver Politics. Their Short Lives.

I Shall Charm Him With Such Force That When I Am Done, He Will Be Left Lying Limply On The Ground, Trying To Remember His Own Name.

I Think I’m Better Than Everyone Else. An Opinion That Has Been Backed Up With Ample Evidence.

He Has Become A Worm. That Is What I Am Telling You." "i Don't Suppose It Would Be Possible," Said Henry Into The Silence, "to, Er, Step On Him?