He Was Wearing A Look That She

The Two Are Now Bound Inextricably. Should One Die, The Other Will Follow. No Wepon In This World Can Wound Only One Of Them

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-

He Seemed To Realize She Was Staring At Him, Because The Cursing Stopped. "you Cut Me," He Said. His Voice Was Pleasant. British. Very Ordinary. He Looked At His Hand With Critcal Interest. "it Might Be Fatal." Tessa Looked At Him With Wide Eyes. "are You The Magister?" He Tilted His Hand To The Side. Blood Ran Down It, Spattering The Floor. "dear Me, Massive Blood Loss. Death Could Be Imminent.

Isabelle And Sebastian? Hardly. Sebastian’s A Nice Guy – Isabelle Only Likes Dating Thoroughly Inappropriate Boys Our Parents Will Hate. Mundanes, Downworlders, Petty Crooks…” “thanks,” Simon Said. “i’m Glad To Be Classed With The Criminal Element.

What They Had Between Them Was Still As Fragile As Flickering Candle Flame, As Delicate As Eggshell - And He Knew That If It Shattered, If He Somehow Let It Break And Be Destroyed, Something Inside Him Would Shatter Too, Something That Could Never Be Fixed.