Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”“Blood isn’t love,” s... - Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
"Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”“Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter."
"Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”“Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter."
"Isabelle snorted, "All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.""You noticed,"said Simon. "I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,"added Magnus. "Please never say those words in front of my parents,"said Alec."
"Basia coquum,"Simon said. "Or whatever their motto is.""It's 'Descensus Averno facilis est.' 'The descent into hell is easy,"said Alec. "You just said "Kiss the cook.""Dammit,"said Simon. "I knew Jace was screwing with me."
"Take off your shirt."Jace raised his eyebrows. "I'm not going to attack you,"she said impatiently. "I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning.""Are you sure?"he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. "Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me."
"It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had."
"Ah,” said Magnus. “Nerd love. It is a beautiful thing, while also being an object of mockery and hilarity for those of us who are more sophisticated."