Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.

Can I touch your mango?

The only time people turned to watch her go by was when she hurtled past them as she fell.

What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?" Clary was very glad she had put her cup down, because if she hadn't, she would have dropped it. Sebastian was looking at her not with any shyness or the sort of natural awkwardness that might be attendant on such a bizarre question, but as if she were a curious, foreign life-form. "Well," she said. "You're my brother. I would have loved you. I would have...had to.

And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?" He laughed bitterly. "Because I forsee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin piña colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin.

I was looking for the opposite, really -something that might put an end to being in love

Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?