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“Biting's excellent. It's like kissing - only there is a winner.”
― Neil Gaiman

“Idris had been green and gold and russet in the autumn, when Clary had first been there. It had a stark grandeur in the winter: the mountains rose in the distance, capped white with snow, and the trees along the side of the road that led back to Alicante from the lake were stripped bare, their leafless branches making lace-like patterns against the bright sky.
Sometimes Jace would slow the horse to point out the manor houses of the richer Shadowhunter families, hidden from the road when the trees were full but revealed now. She felt his shoulders tense as they passed one that nearly melded with the forest around it: it had clearly been burned and rebuilt. Some of the stones still bore the black marks of smoke and fire. 鈥淭he Blackthorn manor,鈥� he said. 鈥淲hich means that around this bend in the road is 鈥︹€� He paused as Wayfarer summited a small hill, and reined him in so they could look down to where the road split in two. One direction led back toward Alicante 鈥� Clary could see the demon towers in the distance 鈥� while the other curled down toward a large building of mellow golden stone, surrounded by a low wall. 鈥� 鈥� the Herondale manor,鈥� Jace finished.
The wind picked up; icy, it ruffled Jace鈥檚 hair. Clary had her hood up, but he was bare-headed and bare-handed, having said he hated wearing gloves when horseback riding. He liked to feel the reins in his hands. 鈥淒id you want to go and look at it?鈥� she asked.
His breath came out in a white cloud. 鈥淚鈥檓 not sure.”
― cassandra clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“But the person who stepped out of the front door was tall and thin, with short, spiky dark hair. he was wearing a gold mesh vest and a pair of silk pajama pants. He regarded Clary with mild interest, puffing gently on a fantastically large pipe as he did so. Though he looked nothing at all like a Viking, he was instantly and totally familiar.
Magnus Bane”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Go forth and light the lights of war”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Mzatal gave a decisive nod. 鈥淚 will
manage this. It cannot continue to interfere
with his work. Too much is at stake.鈥�
I raised an eyebrow. 鈥淗ow do you
intend to manage it?鈥�
鈥淚 will tell him the truth and outline the
肠辞苍蝉别辩耻别苍肠别蝉.鈥�
I was surprised Mzatal didn鈥檛 shrivel
away from the look I gave him. 鈥淒ude.
Seriously? You expect him to stop
crushing on me because you forbid it?鈥�
Mzatal frowned, contemplative.
鈥淧erhaps not ideal given the entanglement
of human emotions, though there is no time
for it to drag on,鈥� he said, as if he actually
knew what he was talking about. 鈥淚f he
knows you have no interest and sees how
his distractions have affected his work, he
will subside enough for now.鈥�
My withering look became glacial.
鈥淏oss, you鈥檙e completely awesome in
many ways, but you are so off-base with
this it鈥檚 not even funny.鈥� I rolled my eyes.
鈥淚鈥檝e already ramped 鈥楴o Interest鈥� up to
eleven on the dial and, at this point, he
doesn鈥檛 care if his work suffers.鈥� I took a
big gulp of coffee, then ran my fingers
through my tangled hair. 鈥淟et me deal with
it. Normally I鈥檓 not into direct
confrontation with this sort of shit, but
there鈥檚 isn鈥檛 enough time for it to fizzle out
on its own.鈥�
Mzatal regarded me with that damned
unreadable mask which he鈥檇 slipped on as
I was talking. Great. Lords weren鈥檛 much
on being told they were wrong, but it had
to be said.”
― Diana Rowland, Touch of the Demon

“She watches him walk outside, through the big doors and into the morning. A big man with a big walk. The world turning like a wheel beneath him.”
― Neil Cross