Magnus sighed. "Alexander, I've been alive for hundreds of years. I've been with men, been with women - with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two." He looked sideways at Maryse, who looked mildly horrified. "Too much information?
Cassandra ClareI have come to understand something about novels," Tessa said. "And what is that?" "They are not true.
Cassandra ClareHe broke up with me." "Because you weren't in love with him. That's an iffy proposition, and I think he's handling with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box." "No one has a boom box anymore. That was the eighties.
Cassandra ClareIf this is your idea of glamour, I'm having second thoughts about letting you make me over.
Cassandra Clare