Very Well," Magnus Said. "let Us Pause

Surely The Shadowhunter Community Must Honor You And Hold You In High Esteem As A Gentleman Who Has Truly Advanced Their Race. No, Henry Said Sadly. Mostly They Wish That I Would Stop Suggesting New Inventions And Cease Setting Fire To Things.

He Loved Her Enough To Know She Was Better Off Without Him

He Produced A Handkerchief—crisply Folded—and Handed It To Her. She Took It With Silent Astonishment. She’d Never Before Known Anyone Who Carried A Handkerchief.

Jordan Doesn't Really Care About The Blood," Simon Said Now. "his Whole Thing Is About Me Being Comfortable With What I Am. Get In Touch With Your Inner Vampire, Blah, Blah." Clary Slid In Next To Him Onto The Bed And Hugged A Pillow. "is Your Inner Vampire Different From Your...outer Vampire?" "definitely. He Wants Me To Wear Midriff-baring Shirts And A Fedora. I'm Fighting It." Clary Smiled Faintly. "so Your Inner Vampire Is Magnus?

He Was Wearing A Look That She Found Odd And Compelling - That Amusement That Didn’t Seem To Pass Beyond The Surface Of His Features, As He Found Everything In The World Both Infinitely Funny And Infinitely Tragic All At The Same Time.