You're sitting on my bed, he said. Did yo think I was under it?
You want a round table meeting, we can have a round table meeting.I love round tables, said Magnus brightly. They suit me so much better than square.
You see, cuckoos are parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests. When the egg hatches, the baby cuckoo pushes the other baby birds out of the nest. The poor parent birds work themselves to d...
You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?A long one?
You on your way out?Jace nodded. Dont want to overstay our welcome.What welcome? Magnus asked. I'd say is was a pleasure to meet you, but it wasn't. Not that you aren't all fairly charming, and as for...
You never know when, and you never know who, but someday a stranger will burst through the door of your life and transform it utterly. The world will be turned upside down, and you will be happier for...
You do not want to help us, Will said to Magnus. You do not want to position yourself as an enemy of Mortmain’s. Well, can you blame him? Woolsey rose in a whirl of yellow silk. What could you possibl...
You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.
You belong where you're loved.
You asked me who I belong to, he whispered. I belong to . Your blood is my blood, your bones my bones. The first time you saw me, I looked familiar, didn't I? Just like you looked familiar to me.
Years later Magnus would return to London and Camille Belcourt's side, and find it not all that he had dreamed. Years later another desperate Herondale boy with blue, blue eyes would come to his door,...
Will's Father's gaze went immediately to Gabriel, and then to Cecily, his eyes narrowing.And who is this gentlemen? Will's grin widened. Oh him, he said. This is Cecliy's friend, Mr. Gabriel Lightworm...
Will spread his arms wide. On his knees, grinning like a demon, blood dripping from his mouth, he barely looked human himself. Come and get me.
Will set his fork down and began cheerfully, in the manner of Edward Lear's
Will sat where he was, gazing at the silver bowl in front of him; a white rose was floating in it, and he seemed prepared to stare at it until it went under. In the Kitchen Bridget was still singing o...
Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it.Luke laughed. I‘m a werewolf, not a golden retriever.-Clary & Luke, pg.415
Unless there was a reason for me to stay.
Unfortunately, we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing.
This is bad, said Jace.You said that before.It seemed worth repeating.
The story that I love you, it has no end.