Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples.

He wants her in his bedroom. And not in that way — no girl has ever been in his bedroom that way. It is his private space, his sanctuary. But he wants Clary there. He wants her to see him, the reality of him, not the image he shows the world. He wants to lie down on the bed with her and have her curl into him. He wants to hold her as she breathes softly through the night; to see her as no one else sees her: vulnerable and asleep. To see her and to be seen.

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

You have something on your neck. What Looks like a bite mark, what were you doing out all night, anyway? Nothing. I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head. And ran into a vampire What? No! I fell. On your neck?

OR am I the only warlock you know?" "No... but you are the only warlock we know who happens to dating a friend of ours.

Perhaps, but you would not exist without a woman, would you? However little use you may find us, we are cleverer and more determined and more patient than men. Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.

Max," Jace said. "Max, I’m so sorry.