Right. Vampires. But How Do They Get

I'm Here," She Said, Skidding To A Stop. "can We Go Now?" Sebastian Insisted On Helping Her On With The Coat. "i Don't Think Anyone's Ever Helped Me With My Coat Before," Clary Observed, Freeing The Hair That Had Gotten Trapped Under Her Collar. "well, Maybe Waiters. Were You Ever A Waiter?" "no, But I Was Brought Up By A Frenchwoman," Sebastian Reminded Her. "it Involves An Even More Rigorous Course Of Training.

He Closed His Eyes. “i’m So Tired, Tess,” He Said. “i Only Wanted Pleasant Dreams For Once.” “that Is Not The Way To Get Them, Will,” She Said Softly. “you Cannot Buy Or Drug Or Dream Your Way Out Of Pain.

I Think Of Myself As A Freewheeling Bisexual,' - Magnus Bane

You Are The Lightwoods — You Are All That Is Left Of The Lightwoods.

"jace?" She Offered Him The Glass. "i Am A Man," He Told Her. "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone, Woman And Bring Me Something Brown." "brown?" Isabelle Made A Face. "brown Is A Manly Colour," Said Jace And Yanked On A Stray Lock Of Isabelle's Hair With His Free Hand. "in Fact, Look - Alec Is Wearing It." Alec Looked Mournfully Down At His Sweater. "it Was Black," He Said. "but Then It Faded." "you Could Dress It Up With A Sequined Headband," Magnus Suggested.