I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if he’s doddering off to the grave.

Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.

Just remember, when your mother’s gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cum, I did it for you.

Never doubt my weaseling abilities, Shadowhunter, for they are epic and memorable in their scope.

Simon!” The voice was Clary’s. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what he’d most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. “Simon, you stupid idiot! I’m over here! At the window!” Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.

There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.

I'm Magnus Bane." he went on in a soothing tone, stretching out his ringed hands. Blue sparks had begun to dance between them like bioluminescence dancing water. "I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was comming?" "I know who you are, but..." Maia looked dazed. "You look so... so... shiny.