Luke indicated Simon and Clary with a wave of his hand. 'I brought some people to see you.' Jace's eyes moved to them. They were as blanked as if the had been painted. 'Unfortunately, ' he said, 'I only had the one pencil.

Are you, monsieur, a man of your word?" "It really depends upon the word," Magnus said. "There are so many wonderful words.

I would give you everything of myself. I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.

I am drawn to writing books about magic and the supernatural because those are the types of books I like to read. I've written many short stories with realistic settings, and I certainly wouldn't rule out realistic novels in the future!

...In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and paiting, an occupation for which he had no aptitude whatsoever. He let her sleep on a mattress by the window, and in the night, when she woke up screaming for Will, he came and put his arms around her, smelling of turpentine. "The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.

For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.

I am, in the end, what you made me.