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He's A Cousin Of Some Friends Of The Lightwoods Or Something. He's Nice. I Promise." "nice, Bah. He's Gorgeous." Magnus Gazed Dreamily In His Direction. "you Should Leave Him Here. I Could Hang Hats On Him And Things." "no. You Can't Have Him." "why Not? Do You Like Him?" Magnus's Eyes Gleamed. "he Seems To Like You. I Saw Him Going For Your Hand Out There Like A Squirrel Diving For A Peanut.

Books Are For Reading, Not For Turning Oneself Into Livestock.

You Could Give Me The Past,“ He Said A Little Sadly. “but Alec Is My Future.

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.

But Magnus, He Thought. You Never Told Me. Never Warned Me It Would Be Like This, That I Would Wake Up One Day And Realize That I Was Going Somewhere You Couldn't Follow. That We Are Essentially Not The Same. There's No "till Death Do Us Apart" For Those Who Never Die.