Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!' He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.

Magnus called me and asked me to come and see you. He tried to reach you, but he couldn’t. He wants you to put him in touch with the Praetor Lupus.” “Put him in touch with…” Jordan shook his head. “You can’t just call the Praetor. It’s not like 1-800-WEREWOLF.

Oh God.” said Magnus, “they’re dead. They’re all dead!

Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.” Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?” Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander!

I would leave at once, but it would be cruel to abandon a lady in a foreign land with a maniac.

Pain made you strong. Loss made you powerful.

What's an eBay?" "A mythical place of great magical power." - Jace Wayland and Clary Fray (City of Bones)