Perhaps he's in love with Agatha," she said. "I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

Are you threatening to kidnap me?" "If you want to look at it that way," Jace said, "yes.

You can't just go around killing people. You're right. You can't go around killing people.

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.

The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.

Magnus did not like to go near the Hotel Dumont if he could help it. It was decrepit and unsettling, it held bad memories, and it also occasionally held his evil former lady love.

Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.