So much saintlike patience cannot be good for anyone.

Love make us a liar. . Jace Wayland/Herondale, City of Ashes

There are ways in which we’re so alike. We’re reckless. We don’t think before we act. We’ll do anything for people we love. And I never thought how scary that was for the people who loved me until I saw

You promise me, he said. That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.

Magnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike profile. "Blood," he said, half to himself. "I had a dream two nights ago. I saw a city all of blood, with towers made of bone, and blood ran in the streets like water." Simon slewed his eyes over to Jace. "Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" "No," said Jace, "sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.

There have always been readers throughout history who have been drawn to villains.

That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it?" Magnus pointed. "It's awfully butch for a bookseller.