You’re Attacking That One Like A Wolverine.

It Was Like The Calm Just As One Engaged In Battle, Will Thought, When Thought Fled And Inevitability Took Over.

Maybe You Just Never Knew What It Was Like To Want Something You Couldn't Have Before

Before Clary Could Respond, Jace’s Eyes Slid Open. He Looked Up At The Warlock, Dazzled And Dizzy. “what Are You Doing Here?” Magnus Grinned Down At Jace, And His Teeth Sparkled Like Sharpened Diamonds. “hey Roommate,” He Said. -pg. 128-

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.

Will You Come With Me? For I Cannot Wait To Share The World With You, Jem. There Is So Much To See.