#magnus

If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you." "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired. "He's a warlock," said Alec. "A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury. "But warlocks are bad," protested Max, looking baffled. "Exactly," said Isabelle. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #isabelle #magnus-bane #max #mortal-instruments

I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?" "A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #regret #stele #want

This time Magnus answered it, his voice booming through the tiny entryway. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY REST?" Jace looked almost nervous. "Jace Wayland. Remember? I'm from the Clave." "Oh, yes." Magnus seemed to have perked up. "Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "He means Alec," Clary said helpfully. "No. My eyes are usually described as golden," Jace told the intercom. "And luminous." "Oh, you're that one." Magnus sounded disappointed. If Clary hadn't been so upset, she would have laughed. "I suppose you'd better come up. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #remember

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

Don’t take this the wrong way, but you smell like Magnus. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#smelling-like-magnus #wrong

I was going to watch Project Runway," said Jace. "It's 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. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #tv-reference #television

Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley." "Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #simon-lewis #the-mortal-instruments #cat

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#healing #magnus-bane #time #will-herondale #grief

Nice, bah. He's gorgeous." Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane

Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.” Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?” Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #magnus-bane #family