For Our Purposes You Can Consider It

You Have Ruthlessness In Your Bones And Ice In Your Heart, Clarissa. Don't Tell Me Any Differently.

Don’t Take This The Wrong Way, But You Smell Like Magnus.

What Are You?" "im A Shadowhunter.

With God On Your Side, What Does Luck Matter?

She Smiled At Him. “how Did You Know Just What I’d Want To See?” “how Could I Not?” He Said. “when I Think Of You, And You Are Not There, I See You In My Mind’s Eye Always With A Book In Your Hand.” He Looked Away From Her As He Said It, But Not Before She Caught The Slight Flush On His Cheekbones. He Was So Pale, He Could Never Hide Even The Least Blush, She Thought — And Was Surprised How Affectionate The Thought Was.