She Had A Plan. Even If It

Magnus Sighed. "alexander, I've Been Alive For Hundreds Of Years. I've Been With Men, Been With Women - With Faeries And Warlocks And Vampires, And Even A Djinn Or Two." He Looked Sideways At Maryse, Who Looked Mildly Horrified. "too Much Information?

Were You Thinking About Eating Me?

I Don't Want To Be A Man," Said Jace. "i Want To Be An Angst-ridden Teenager Who Can't Confront His Own Inner Demons And Takes It Out Verbally On Other People Instead." "well," Said Luke, "you're Doing A Fantastic Job.

They’re Not Hideous,” Said Tessa. Will Blinked At Her. “what?” “gideon And Gabriel,” Said Tessa. “they’re Really Quite Good-looking, Not Hideous At All.” “i Spoke,” Said Will, In Sepulchral Tones, “of The Pitch-black Inner Depths Of Their Souls.” Tessa Snorted. “and What Color Do You Suppose The Inner Depths Of Your Soul Are, Will Herondale?” “mauve,” Said Will.

[...] "i Recall What You Said To Me Once," Will Went On. "that Words Have The Power To Change Us. Your Words Have Changed Me, Tess; They Have Made Me A Better Man Than I Would Have Been Otherwise. Life Is A Book, And There Are A Thousand Pages I Have Not Read. I Would Read Them Together With You, As Many As I Can, Before I Die -