It Means 'shadowhunters: Looking Better In Black

Where's Magnus?" He Said. As He Looked Toward The Kitchen, Clary Saw A Bruise On His Jaw, Below His Ear, About The Size Of A Thumbprint. "alec!" Magnus Came Skidding Into The Living Room And Blew A Kiss To His Boyfriend Across The Room. Having Discarded His Slippers, He Was Barefoot Now. His Cat's Eyes Shone As He Looked At Alec.

I Need A Bodyguard." Simon Eyed Him. "have You Been Watching The Bodyguard? Because I Am Not Going To Fall In Love With You And Carry You Around In My Burly Arms.

Goodness, Real Goodness, Has It's Own Sort Of Cruelty To It.

I’d Do Almost Anything For You,” Simon Said Quietly. “i’d Die For You. You Know That. But Would I Kill Someone Else, Someone Innocent? What About A Lot Of Innocent Lives? What About The Whole World? Is It Really Love To Tell Someone That If It Came Down To Picking Between Them And Every Other Life On The Planet, You’d Pick Them? Is That—i Don’t Know, Is That A Moral Sort Of Love At All?

Faeries Are Fallen Angels," Said Dorothea, "cast Down Out Of Heaven For Their Pride." "that's The Legend," Jace Said. "it's Also Said That They're The Offspring Of Demons And Angels, Which Always Seemed More Likely To Me. Good And Evil, Mixing Together. Faeries Are As Beautiful As Angels Are Supposed To Be, But They Have A Lot Of Mischief And Cruelty In Them. And You'll Notice Most Of Them Avoid Midday Sunlight—" "for The Devil Has No Power," Said Dorothea Softly, As If She Were Reciting An Old Rhyme, "except In The Dark.