Magnus was sure that the llama stampede he witnessed was a coincidence. The llamas could not be judging him.

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again.

You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.

Magnus, I wish I had the nerve to wear the kind of pants you do.

Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable, Brother Zachariah to Clary Fray

Wo ai ni, Tessa,” he whispered. “Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.” She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant. I love you. And I don’t want to lose you.