With A Sigh She Reached Into Her

You Know, Some People Think Shadowhunters Are Just Myths. Like Mummies And Genies." Kyle Grinned At Jace. "can You Grant Wishes?" "that Depends," He Said. "do You Wish To Be Punched In The Face?

Of Course You Realize You're Leaving Me In The Position Of Being The One Tell Everyone - Your Mother, Luke, Alec, Izzy, Magnus..." "i Guess I Shouldn't Have Said There Wouldn't Be No Risk To You," Clary Said Meekly. "that's Right," Said Simon. "just Remember, When Your Mothers's Gnawing My Ankle Like A Furious Mama Bear Separated From Her Cub, I Did It For You.

One Of The Things He'd Always Loved About Clary Was How Easily Caught Up In Her Imagination She Was, How Easily She Could Wall Herself Away In Illusory Worlds Of Curses And Princes And Destiny And Magic.

Magnus Had Learned To Be Careful About Giving His Memories With His Heart. When People Died, It Felt Like All The Pieces Of Yourself You Had Given To Them Went As Well. It Took So Long, Building Yourself Back Up Until You Were Whole Again, And You Were Never Entirely The Same.

He Was Gazing At Her, The Way One Did When One Felt One Was Unobserved. He Had That Look On His Face, The Look He Usually Got Only When He Was Playing The Violin, As If He Were Completely Caught Up And Entranced.