I Think You Ought To Let Me

The Funny Thing About Mundies Is How Obsessed With Magic They Are For A Bunch Of People Who Don't Even Know What The Word Means.

He Took Her By The Shoulders And Pulled Her Closer To Him, His Fingers Knotting In The Fabric Of Her Dress. Even More Than In The Attic, She Felt Caught In The Eddy Of A Powerful Wave That Threatened To Pull Her Over And Under, To Crush And Break Her, To Wear Her Down To Softness As The Sea Might Wear Down A Piece Of Glass.

I Am A Man, And Men Do Not Drink Pink Drinks. Now, Be Gone, Woman, And Fetch Me Something Brown." Jace Said. "brown?" Said Isabelle. "yes. Brown. It's A Manly Color. See? Alec Is Wearing It." Jace Said. "well, It Was Black But It Faded." Alec Said. "well, I Can Always Fix It Up With Something Sparkly," Magnus Said, Holding A Sparkley Headband. "resist The Urge, Alec, Resist The Urge." Simon Said.

The Grandeur Of The Institute Never Failed To Impress Magnus - The Way It Towered High And Mighty Above Everything Else, Timeless And Unmoving In Its Gothic Disapproval Of All That Was Modern And Changeable.

Yes, Consul. The Next Time One Of Our Esteemed Members Turns Into A Worm And Eats Another Esteemed Member, We Will Inform You Immediately.