Jem is my greatest sin.

Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley." "Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name.

I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.

I'm not ritualistic about writing. I try to write as often as possible, which means that I have to be able to write in all kinds of situations, whether it's at home on my couch, out at a cafe, or traveling.

Being remembered, and remembered so kindly, touched him more than he would have thought possible.

Were you hugging Clary?" He looked at Sebastian in amazement. Sebastian shrugged. "She's my sister. I'm pleased to see her." "You don't hug people," Jace said. "I ran out of time to bake a casserole.

You might want to lie down," Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in.