He Saved Your Life,” Clary

Looking At Her, He Was In London Again. He Saw The Gaslight And Smelled The Smoke And Dirt And Horses, The Metallic Tang Of Fog, The Flowers In Kew Gardens. He Saw A Boy With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Like Alec's. A Girl With Long Brown Curls And A Serious Face. In A World Where Everything Went Away From Him Eventually, She Was One Of The Few Remaining Constants.

Goodness, Real Goodness, Has It's Own Sort Of Cruelty To It.

[magnus] Was Wearing Canary-yellow Pajamas, And On His Feet Were Green Slippers With Alien Faces, Complete With Sproingy Atennae.

I Played It For My Bride, And One Day You Will Play For Yours.

I Think When We Make Choices—for Each Choice Is Individual Of The Choices We Have Made Before—we Must Examine Not Only Our Reasons For Making Them But What Result They Will Have, And Whether Good People Will Be Hurt By Our Decisions.