Magnus's Eyes Gleamed. "he Seems To Like

Go To Faeries For Gossip About Vampires, To Werewolves For Gossip About Faeries, And Do Not Gossip About Werewolves, Because They Try To Bite Your Face Off: That Was Magnus's Motto.

One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. ~ Simon

Staring At Him The Way She Might Stare At A Beloved Place She Was Not Sure She Would Ever See Again, Trying To Commit The Details To Memory, To Paint Them On The Backs Of Her Eyelids That She Might See It When She Shut Her Eyes To Sleep.

Well, Then, Since You Say There Will Be Another Life For Me, Let Us Both Pray I Do Not Make As Colossal A Mess Of It As I Have This One.

Clary: "he Wanted Me To Come With Him. To Join Him And Sebastain. I Guess He Wants Their Evil Little Duo To Be A Little Evil Trio." She Shrugged. "maybe He's Lonely. Sebastian Cant Be The Greatest Company. Magnus: We Don't Know That. He Could Be Absolutely Fantastic At Scrabble.