Άννα Βητα

“If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think ur kewl,' I'm going to kill you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“A pretty girl with butterfly clips in her dreadlocks put her hand on his arm. “You were amazing,” she told him, her voice fluting. “You have the reflexes of a striking snake. You should be a stuntman. Really, with your cheekbones, you should be an actor. A lot of people are looking for someone as pretty as you who’d do his own stunts.”

Alec threw Magnus a terrified and beseeching look. Magnus took pity on him, putting a hand on the small of Alec’s back and leaning against him. His attitude and the glance he shot at the girl clearly communicated my date.

“No offence,” said the girl, rapidly removing her hand so she could dig in her bag. “Let me give you my card. I work in a talent agency. You could be a star.”

“He’s foreign,” Magnus told the girl. “He doesn’t have a social security number. You can’t hire him.”

The girl regarded Alec’s bowed head wistfully. “That’s a shame. He could be huge. Those eyes!”

“I realize he’s a knockout,” Magnus said. “But I am afraid I have to whisk him away. He is wanted by Interpol.”

Alec shot him a strange look. “Interpol?”

Magnus shrugged.

“Knockout?” Alec said.

Magnus raised an eyebrow at him. “You had to know I thought so. Why else would I agree to go on a date with you?”
― Cassandra Clare, The Course of True Love [and First Dates]

“Tri-City students are encouraged to go to college wherever the Lord leads them, but you can tell that most of the teachers and the administration hope that the Lord leads you to Bob Jones.”
― Aaron Hartzler, Rapture Practice: A True Story About Growing Up Gay in an Evangelical Family

“Could you unfreeze him now, please?"
Magnus looked amused. "I was surprised when I got Sebastian's message this morning," he said, "Saying he was doing a favor for you, no less. How did you wind up meeting him?"
"He's a cousin of some friends of the Lightwoods or something. He's nice. I promise."
"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, City of Glass