It Was Truly Amazing, Clary Thought, How

It Has Been The Privilege And The Honor Of My Life To Know You.

He Seemed To Realize She Was Staring At Him, Because The Cursing Stopped. "you Cut Me," He Said. His Voice Was Pleasant. British. Very Ordinary. He Looked At His Hand With Critcal Interest. "it Might Be Fatal." Tessa Looked At Him With Wide Eyes. "are You The Magister?" He Tilted His Hand To The Side. Blood Ran Down It, Spattering The Floor. "dear Me, Massive Blood Loss. Death Could Be Imminent.

It Was Like A Bad Movie Except He Didn’t Actually Twirl His Mustache.” -jace To Maryse About Valentine, Pg.122-

It's Because You're Too Scared To Tell Anyone Who You Really Love. Love Makes Us Liars.

Jocelyn Recognized Reading As A Sacred Pastime And Usually Wouldn't Interrupt Clary In The Middle Of A Book, Even To Yell At Her.