Have A Little Faith In My Magic

Somehow He Managed To Look Cool Despite The Heat. It Made Clary Want To Smack Him.

I've Heard The Word 'fear'. I Simply Choose To Believe It Doesn't Apply To Me.

The Most Remarkable Thing About Him Were His Eyes. They Were Laughing Eyes, At Once Both Joyous And Tender: They Were The Radiant Pale Blue Of A Sky Slipping Toward Evening In Heaven, When Angels Who Had Been Sweet All Day Found Themselves Tempted To Sin.

Clothes Were Scattered Across The Floor In Piles, A Duffel Bag Open On The Floor As If It Had Exploded. Isabelle's Bright Silver-gold Whip Hung From One Bedpost, A Lacy White Bra From Another. Simon Averted His Eyes. The Curtains Were Drawn, The Lamps Extinguished. Isabelle Flopped Down On The Edge Of The Bed And Looked At Him With Bitter Amusement. "a Blushing Vampire. Who Would Have Guessed.

You Know, When Someone Prefers Their Own Brother Over You, It Isn't A Confidence Booster.