Remember how before, I was talking about Dungeons and Dragons?Vividly, Jace said. It was a dark time.

Feel this arm,” said Simon. “Rock hard! I don’t mean to brag, but it’s all bone. All bone.

Can we see the glowing fissure in your chest?” Simon asked.“Simon, it’s rude to bring up glowing fissures in other people’s chests,” said Clary. “What do you think they want with the Book of the White, Magnus?”Magnus turned to look at Alec. “So, you told them everything? Did you say the S-word? The R-word?”Alec rolled his eyes. “If you’re asking if I told them about Shinyun and Ragnor, I did.

He looked at George's sad face and offered: "Want to talk about when Magnus and Alec go, and we steal their suite and make our own meals in our own little kitchen?"George sighed. "Could we really, Simon, or is that too beautiful a dream? Every day would be a song. All I want is to make a sandwich, Simon. Just a humble sandwich, with ham, cheese, maybe a little dab of... oh my God."Simon wondered what a dab of "oh my God" would taste like.

He and George had even named the rats that lived behind their walls. Every night, they left Jon Cartwright Jr., III, and IV a piece of stale bread to nibble, in hopes they’d prefer the crumbs to human feet.

Uh, Magnus has a boyfriend,” said Simon.There was a frightening glint in Julie’s eye. “There are some mountains you still want to climb, even though there are ‘No Trespassing’ signs up.

You’re so sensitive, Simon. Why must you always be so sensitive?”“You’re so terrible, Julie,” said Simon. “Why must you always be so terrible?

Don’t worry, hero. If the vamp shows up, I’m here to protect you.”“Great, I can hide behind your massive ego.

Just a bunch of them looking very cool and wearing black. The flyer could say ‘READY TO BE A BADASS?’ Put me in touch with the Shadowhunter marketing department, I have more gems where that came from.