Ragnor Looked Very Regretful About All The

He Touched Her As He Usually Touched His Beloved Violin, With A Soft And Urgent Grace That Left Her Breathless.

Aren't You, Uh..." Clary Searched For The Right Word. "reproducing?

It's Very Advanced Of You To Have Accepted My Mortality So Fatalistically.

Go To Faeries For Gossip About Vampires, To Werewolves For Gossip About Faeries, And Do Not Gossip About Werewolves, Because They Try To Bite Your Face Off: That Was Magnus's Motto.

I Can Offer You My Life, But It Is A Short Life; I Can Offer You My Heart, Though I Have No Idea How Many More Beats It Shall Sustain