If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you’ll have to let me know. I’d like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I’m not sure which.

Perhaps he's in love with Agatha," she said. "I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

You may choose your friends, but not your unlikely saviors,” Magnus said cheerfully.

I choose to be with him for however many days or minutes we are granted, and to count myself blessed to have them.

You know what the worst thing I can imagine is? Simon had said. Not trusting someone I love.

Just like an alley in New York -like every alley in the world, apparently- it smelled like cat pee.

Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend." He beamed and wiggled his fingers; blue sparks shot from them. He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor.