Poor You, You Have Two Cute Girls

Magnus's Eyes Went Back To Alec. They Were Gold-green, As Unreadable As The Eyes Of The Cat He Held On His Lap. "not My Favorite Topic, Smedley." "simon", Said Simon. "if I'm Going To Die For You All, The Least You Could Do Is Remember My Name.

I Wouldn't Call That An Instrument Of Music," Ragnor Observed Sourly. "an Instrument Of Torture, Perhaps.

What If Everything You Believe Is Wrong And You Could Still Be Loved And Still Be Forgiven?

Before Clary Could Respond, Jace’s Eyes Slid Open. He Looked Up At The Warlock, Dazzled And Dizzy. “what Are You Doing Here?” Magnus Grinned Down At Jace, And His Teeth Sparkled Like Sharpened Diamonds. “hey Roommate,” He Said. -pg. 128-

She Could Ask For Anything, She Thought Dizzily, Anything--an End To Pain Or World Hunger Or Disease, Or For Peace On Earth. But Then Again, Perhaps These Things Weren't In The Power Of Angels To Grant, Or They Would Already Have Been Granted. And Perhaps People Were Supposed To Find These Things For Themselves.