I Thought You Were Dead,”

Maryse Sighed."nothing Conclusive.if Only The Dead Could Talk,eh,lucian?

You Could Have Had Anything Else In The World, And You Asked For Me." She Smiled Up At Him. Filthy As He Was, Covered In Blood And Dirt, He Was The Most Beautiful Thing She'd Ever Seen. "but I Don't Want Anything Else In The World.

Sometimes When You Cannot Decide What To Do, You Pretend To Be A Character In A Book, Because It Is Easier To Decide What They Would Do"-cassandra Clare

Don’t Take This The Wrong Way, But You Smell Like Magnus.

He Cut Her Off With Brutal Precision. "and One Last Thing." His Eyes Flicked Toward The Door, Through Which Jace, Alec, And Isabelle Had Disappeared. "keep In Mind That When Your Mother Fled From The Shadow World, It Wasn't The Monsters She Was Hiding From. Not The Warlocks, The Wolf-men, The Fair Folk, Not Even The Demons Themselves. It Was Them. It Was The Shadowhunters.