He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.
I prefer the school of life.
You're sitting on my bed," he said. "Did yo think I was under it?
Goodness, my nose is enormous,' she exclaimed. 'Why didn't anyone tell me?
Magnus gazed upon Camille. "Some of my fondest memories include lashings of cream and beautiful women.
It made him feel indispensable and needed - even if the fact that Jocelyn didn't appear to care wheather he slept in her daughter's bed or not did underscore that Clary's mother apparently regarded him as about sexually threatening as a goldfish.