endless hope, endless disappointment.

Magic or nature, they were much the same thing to Magnus.

Magnus reached out to touch Alec, but Alec moved away. Magnus' hand fall to himself.

Don't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.

Simon-But werewolfs don't like our kind! Jordan-I do. It's his kind I don't like. They think they're better than everyone else. Jace-No, I think I'm better than everybody else. City of Fallen Angels- Jace, Simon, and Jordan.

I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption