#bane

Do you want to go back to Vienna?” he said. Alec didn’t answer, just stared into space. “Or we could go somewhere else,” said Magnus. “Anywhere you want. Thailand, South Carolina, Brazil, Peru – Oh, wait, no, I’m banned from Peru. I’d forgotten about that. It’s a long story, but amusing if you want to hear it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #south-carolina #story

Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests." Jace edged into the doorway, sizing up Magnus with his eyes. "Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?" "Even then. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #magnus-bane #city

I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #warlock #city

You could give me the past,“ he said a little sadly. “But Alec is my future. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#camille-belcourt #city-of-fallen-angels #magnus-bane #sad

We need to talk,” she said. “All of us. About what we‘re going to do now.” “I was going to watch Project Runway,” said Jace. “Its on next.” “No you‘re not,” said Magnus. He snapped his fingers and the TV went off, releasing a small puff of smoke as the picture died. “You need to deal with this.” “Suddenly you‘re interested in solving my problems?” “I‘m interested in getting my apartment back. I‘m tired of you cleaning all the time.” Magnus snapped his fingers again menacingly. “Get up.” “Or you‘ll be the next one to go up in smoke,” said Simon with relish. “There’s no need to clarify my snap,” said Magnus. “The implication was clear in the snap itself. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-wayland #magnus-bane #simon-lewis #problems

We came to see Jace. Is he alright?" "I don't know," Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #magnus-bane #city

Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam-roth #grace

Sam: “You—you greatly overestimate my self-control.” Grace: “I’m not looking for self-control. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#grace-brisbane #sam-roth #seduction #self-control #grace

You’re here!” Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. “Have some of this!” Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?” “Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,” Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace?” She offered him the glass. “I am a man,” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.” “Brown?” Isabelle made a face. “Brown is a manly color,” said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. “In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.” Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,” he said. “But then it faded.” “You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.” “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.” “There are worse things,” Magnus observed. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #jace-wayland #magnus-bane #simon-lewis #men