I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain
Cassandra ClareMagnus was sure that the llama stampede he witnessed was a coincidence. The llamas could not be judging him.
Cassandra ClareMagnus wants to shout at me, donโt you, Magnus?โ (Jace) โYes,โ Magnus said, tearing his eyes away from Alec long enough to scowl. -pg.275-
Cassandra ClareOr perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind.
Cassandra Clare