Oh God.” Said Magnus, “they’re Dead. They’re

When You Told Me The First Time That Valentine Was Your Father, I Didn't Believe It. Not Just Because I Didn't Want It To Be True, But Because You Weren't Anything Like Him. I've Never Thought You're Anything Like Him. But You Are. You Are.

Bright Star,” Magnus Said, And His Eyes Were Thoughtful, As If He Were Remembering Something, Or Someone. “those Of You Who Are Mortal, You Burn So Fiercely. And You Fiercer Than Most, Will. I Will Not Ever Forget You.”.

Kill Me, Little Sister. Kill Me And You Kill Jace, Too.

I Always Knew There Were Vampires, Dude,” He’d Said. “because, You Know How There’s People You Know Who, Like, Always Look The Same, Even When They’re, Like, A Hundred Years Old? Like David Bowie? That’s Because They’re Vampires.

The Most Terrible Things Men Do, They Do In The Name Of Love."— Madame Dorothea