There's no need to clarify my finger snap," said Magnus. "The implication was clear in the snap itself.

I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.

He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it...because it wore the face of a friend.

Hate is nothing when weighed against survival. (Valentine)

A massive fir, it rose to nearly touch the ceiling at the far end of the ballroom. When Will asked Charlotte how on earth it had gotten in there, she had only waved her hands and said something about Magnus.

Jem drew back from her, looking dazed. "By the Angel," he said. "Perhaps we do need a chaperon.

I should have guessed you were Jace's sister," he said. "You both have the same artistic talent." Clary paused, her foot on the lowest stair. She was taken aback. "Jace can draw?" Nah." When Alec smiled, his eyes lit like blue lamps and Clary could see what Magnus had found so captivating about him. "I was just kidding. He can't draw a straight line.