#magnus

You’re seventeen,” Magnus said. “You can’t have wasted a life you’ve barely lived. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #life

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #love #magnus-bane #love

What he needs now is to love and have that love returned. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #will-herondale #love

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? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #magnus-bane #maryse-lightwood #men

Even the Inquisitor's eyebrows shot up when Magnus strode through the gate. The High Warlock was wearing black leather pants, a belt with a buckle in the shape of a jeweled M, and a cobalt-blue Prussian military jacket open over a white lace shirt. He shimmered with layers of glitter. His gaze rested for a moment on Alec's face with amusement and a hint of something else before moving on to Jace, prone on the ground. "Is he dead?" he inquired. "He looks dead." "No," snapped Maryse. "He's not dead." "Have you checked? I could kick him if you want." Magnus moved toward Jace. "Stop that!" the Inquisitor snapped, sounding like Clary's third-grade teacher demanding that she stop doodling on her desk with a marker. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#imogen-herondale #magnus-bane #teacher

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