Are You, Monsieur, A Man

You Are Home For Me Now." --jem To Tessa

It's Not Like A Stab Wound You Can Protect Me From. It's Like A Million Little Paper Cuts Every Day.

Magnus Raised His Hands Above His Head And Clapped Once. The Room Flooded With Light. "you See? You Think That Would Be Possible Without Magic? "actually," Replied Simon, "it Is. If You Watched Infomercials You'd Know That.

By The Time Alec Came Back Into The Training Room, Jace Was Lying On The Floor, Envisioning Lines Of Dancing Girls In An Effort To Ignore The Pain In His Wrists. It Wasn’t Working. ~pg. 317~

Take My Hands,” Alec Said. “and Take My Strength Too. Whatever Of It You Can Use To— To Keep Yourself Going.