Doubtless the lunatic asylums of the world are filled with unfortunate women who have failed to see my charms.

There was a click and then nothing CALL DISCONECTED flashed on the digital display. "NO! NO!" Clary hit the redial button, her fingers trembling. Simon picked up immediatly. "Sorry. Yossarian scratched me and I dropped the phone.

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

Where's Magnus?" he said. AS he looked toward the kitchen, Clary saw a bruise on his jaw, below his ear, about the size of a thumbprint. "Alec!" Magnus came skidding into the living room and blew a kiss to his boyfriend across the room. Having discarded his slippers, he was barefoot now. His cat's eyes shone as he looked at Alec.

He carefully maintained the blasé air of one who had been here before and had been incredibly well dressed that time too

There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.

Mundanes who involve themselves in things they know nothing about are likely to meet unpleasant endings.