Bloodthirsty Little Beasts. Never Trust A Duck.-

"a Date," Jace Repeated. "often A 'boring Thing You Have To Memorize In History Class," But In This Case,' 'an Offer Of A N Evening Of Blisteringly White-hot Romance With Yours Truly.'"

Don’t Take This The Wrong Way, But You Smell Like Magnus.

I Am A Man" He Told Her, "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone Woman, And Bring Me Something Brown.

He Was Still Stroking The Inside Of Her Wrist, His Touch Doing Odd Delicious Things To Her Skin And Nerves.

You Kindled Me, Heap Of Ashes That I Am, Into Fire. He Had Wondered Once Why Love Was Always Phrased In Terms Of Burning. The Conflagration In His Own Veins, Now, Gave The Answer.