Magic Is Dangerous- But Love Is More

Magnus Gazed Upon Camille. "some Of My Fondest Memories Include Lashings Of Cream And Beautiful Women.

Actually," Said Jace, "i Prefer To Think That I'm A Liar In A Way That's Uniquely My Own.

Clary Closed Her Eyes. Remembering The Way Jace Had Looked At Her The Night She'd Freed Ithuriel, She Couldn't Help But Imagine The Way He'd Look At Her Now If He Saw Her Trying To Lie Down To Die On The Sand Beside Him. He Wouldn't Be Touched, Wouldn't Think It Was A Beautiful Gesture. He'd Be Angry At Her For Giving Up. He'd Be So--disappointed.

Magnus Got To His Feet. “i Do Believe That's My Cue To Leave As Well,” He Said. Clary Noticed He Was Avoiding Looking At Alec. “i'd Say It's Been Nice Meeting You All, But, In Fact, It Hasn't. It's Been Quite Awkward, And Frankly, The Next Time I See A Single One Of You Will Be Far Too Soon.

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