We Live And Breathe Words.

Warlock,” He Said. “i Know Who You Are.” Magnus Raised His Eyebrows. “you Do?” “magnus Bane. Destroyer Of The Demon Marabas. Son Of—” “now,” Said Magnus, Quickly. “there’s No Need To Go Into All Of That.” “but There Is.” The Demon Sounded Reasonable, Even Amused. “if It Is Infernal Assistance You Require, Why Not Summon Your Father?” Alec Looked At Magnus With His Mouth Open.

You Disappear So Completely Into Your Head Sometimes," He Said. "i Wish I Could Follow You.

Your Friend's Poetry Is Terrible," He Said. Clary Blinked, Caught Momentarily Off Guard. "what?" "i Said His Poetry Was Terrible. It Sounds Like He Ate A Dictionary And Started Vomiting Up Words At Random.

If One Could Look This Fabulous, One Had An Obligation To.

It Was Truly Amazing, Clary Thought, How Much Teenage Boys Were Able To Eat Without Ever Gaining Weight Or Making Themselves Sick. -pg.68-