Beauty Fades, But Cooking Is Eternal.

The Warlock's Gaze, On The Flames, Was Remote And Distant, As If He Were Looking Back Into The Past. Simon Couldn't Help But Remember What Magnus Had Said To Him Once, About Living Forever: Someday You And I Will Be The Only Two Left.

I Am A Man, And Men Do Not Drink Pink Drinks. Now, Be Gone, Woman, And Fetch Me Something Brown." Jace Said. "brown?" Said Isabelle. "yes. Brown. It's A Manly Color. See? Alec Is Wearing It." Jace Said. "well, It Was Black But It Faded." Alec Said. "well, I Can Always Fix It Up With Something Sparkly," Magnus Said, Holding A Sparkley Headband. "resist The Urge, Alec, Resist The Urge." Simon Said.

You Know," Clary Said, "most Psychologists Agree That Hostility Is Really Just Sublimated Sexual Attraction.

If You Were Half As Funny As You Think You Are, You'd Be Twice As Funny As You Are Now.

Keep Up," Said An Irritable Voice In Her Ear. It Was Jace, Who Had Dropped Back To Walk Beside Her. "i Don't Want To Have To Keep Looking Behind Me To Make Sure Nothing's Happened To You." "so Don't Bother." "last Time I Left You Alone, A Demon Attacked You," He Pointed Out. "well, I'd Certainly Hate To Interrupt Your Pleasant Night Stroll With My Sudden Death." He Blinked. "there Is A Fine Line Between Sarcasm And Outright Hostility, And You Seem To Have Crossed It.