I Am, In The End,

The Front Door Shut, Leaving Alec Sitting In The Half-lit Garden, Alone. He Closed His Eyes For A Moment, The Image Of A Face Hovering Behind His Lids. Not Jace's Face, For A Change. The Eyes Set In The Face Were Green, Slit-pupiled. Cat Eyes.

I've Noticed The Fair Folk Often Say 'perhaps' When There Is A Truth They Want To Hide," Clary Said. "it Keeps You From Having To Give A Straight Answer." "perhaps So," Said The Queen With An Amused Smile. "'mayhap' Is A Good Word Too," Alec Suggested. "also 'perchance,'" Izzy Said. "i See Nothing Wrong With 'maybe'," Said Simon. "a Little Modern, But The Gist Of The Idea Comes Across.

[...] He Tasted Like Snowflakes And Wine, Like Winter And Will And London.

Magnus Sighed. "alexander, I've Been Alive For Hundreds Of Years. I've Been With Men, Been With Women - With Faeries And Warlocks And Vampires, And Even A Djinn Or Two." He Looked Sideways At Maryse, Who Looked Mildly Horrified. "too Much Information?

Will Gave A Short Laugh. He Was In Gear As If He Had Just Come From The Practice Room, And His Hair Curled Damply Against His Temples. He Was Not Looking At Tessa, But She Had Grown Used To That. Will Hardly Ever Looked At Her Unless He Had To.