Take my hands,” Alec said. “And take my strength too. Whatever of it you can use to— to keep yourself going.

Can I touch your mango?

Love takes your choices away.

Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission." "Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered. "Selling them on what?" Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.

i told you he'd freak out, she siad. didn't i? ah, the i told you so, jace said. always a classy move

Instead of replying, Alec reached down and took Magnus's hands. Magnus let Alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, Alec drew him closer and kissed him. Magnus made a soft, pleased sound, and gripped the back of Alec's shirt, rucking it up, his fingers cool on Alec's spine. Alec leaned into him, pinning Magnus between the table and his own body. Not that Magnus seemed to mind. 'Come on,' Alec said against Magnus's ear. 'It's late. Let's go to bed.

Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.