Dear Isabelle, Alec is about to have a nervous breakdown. If you do not immediately desist planing my wedding to your brother, I will come back to Manhattan and blow up the Institute. I will turn Church into a man-eating beast who will rampage through the streets of Manhattan, stepping on mundanes. And I will make you fat. Love, Magnus

It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.

City of Fallen Angels ended on a cliffhanger. That was equally loved and hated by my readership.

Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.

Do you remember, the night of the battle on Valentine's ship, when I needed some of your strength?" "Do you need it again now?" Alec said. "Because you can have it." "I always need your strength, Alec," Magnus said, and closed his eyes as their intertwined fingers began to shine, as if between them they held the light of a star.

Are you trying to get run over by a cab? Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood

And I think that you do not understand that sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness.