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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones


  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now."
    "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones


  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie. (Jace Wayland)”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones


  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones


  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't tell me," Jace said, "Simon's turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, you'll have have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission." He pointed at himself - he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. "Look. Jammies."
    "Jace," Clary said, "this is important."
    "Don't tell me," he said. "You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, I'm not in the mood. You could always ask Hodge," he said as an afterthought. "I hear he'll do anything for a -"
    "JACE!" she interrupted him, her voice rising to a scream. "JUST SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN, WILL YOU?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones


  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane."
    "They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down."
    "Really?" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed."
    Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass


  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?"
    "A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes


  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self."
    "Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before.
    "Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones


  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “There's no need to clarify my finger snap," said Magnus. "The implication was clear in the snap itself.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes


  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “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, City of Ashes


  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “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, City of Bones


  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel


  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “A pair of werewolves occupied another booth. They were eating raw shanks of lamb and arguing about who would win in a fight: Dumbledore from Harry Potter books or Magnus Bane.
    "Dumbledore would totally win," said the first one. "He has the badass Killing Curse."
    The second lycanthrope made a trenchant point. "But Dumbledore isn't real."
    "I don't think Magnus Bane is real either," scoffed the first. "Have you ever met him?"
    "This is so weird," said Clary, slinking down in her seat. "Are you listening to them?"
    "No. It's rude to eavesdrop," said Jace.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes


  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “We're not dating," Alec said again.
    "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes


  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “You never called me back," he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back."
    Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?"
    Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me back."
    Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot."
    "Is that why you haven't called me? Because I'm an idiot?"
    "No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."
    "You love me?"
    "You stupid Nephilim," Magnus said patiently. "Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass


  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “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


  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “You’re seventeen,” Magnus said. “You can’t have wasted a life you’ve barely lived.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince


  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “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


  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “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, City of Bones


  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “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, City of Fallen Angels


  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass


  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “You could give me the past,“ he said a little sadly. “But Alec is my future.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels


  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “We seemed to be trapped in an episode of One Life To Waste. It's all very dull.”
    Cassandra Clare


  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince


  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “It's Simon. He's missing."
    "Ah," said Magnus, delicately, "missing what, exactly?"
    "Missing," Jace repeated, "as in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared."
    "Maybe he's gone and hidden under something," Magnus suggested. "It can't be easy getting used to being a rat, especially for someone so dim-witted in the first place."
    "Simon's not dim-witted," Clary protested angrily.
    "It's true," Jace agreed. "He just looks dim-witted. Really his intelligence is quite average.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones


  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “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 finger snap. The implication was clear in the snap itself.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes


  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “He is a Shadowhunter,” said Jocelyn. “His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.”
    “He’s my friend,” said Magnus coldly. “His loyalty is to me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls


  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was coming?"

    "I know who you are, but..." Maia looked dazed. "You look so...so...shiny.
    Cassandra Clare


  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus? Magnus Bane?”
    “That would be me.” The man blocking the doorway was as tall and thin as a rail, his hair a crown of dense back spikes. Clary guessed from the curse of his sleepy eyes and the gold tone of his evenly tanned skin that he was part Asian. He wore jeans and a black shirt covered with dozens of metal buckles. His eyes were crusted with a raccoon mask of charcoal glitter, his lips painted a dark shade of blue. He raked a ring-laden hand through his spiked hair and regarded them thoughtfully. “Children of the Nephilim,” he said. “Well, well. I don’t recall inviting you. I must have been drunk.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones


  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Now this is really going to impress Valentine."
    "I don't know," Clary said. "Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-crawling powers; we get the Aquatruck."
    "If you don't like it, Nephilim," came Magnus's voice, faintly, from the truck cab, "you're welcome to see if you can walk on the water.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes




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