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“Magnus Bane walked some distance into the Sanctuary, shaking his head as he studied the scene before him. “I want to know what you’re doing, but I must confess I’m afraid to find out,â€� he said. “A spot of demon-summoning, I gather?â€�
“It’s a bit complicated,� said James. “Hello, Magnus. It’s good to see you.�
“Last time I saw you, you were facedown in the Serpentine,� Magnus said cheerfully. “Now you’re fiddling with a Pyxis. I see you have decided to follow in the long Herondale tradition of poor decision-making.�
“So have I!â€� said Lucie, determined not to be left out.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“The last time you were feeling heartbroken, you took shots at a chandelier with a mundane gun and nearly drowned yourself in the Serpentine.â€� said Matthew.
“I wasn’t trying to drown myself,� James pointed out. “Besides, Magnus Bane saved me.�
“Don’t mention that,� said Matthew, as James uncapped the flask. “You know how angry I am about that. I idolize Magnus Bane, you had one chance to meet him, and you embarrassed us all.�
“I’m quite sure I never mentioned any of you to him,� said James, and tipped the flask back. He choked. It was blue ruin: the cheapest, harshest kind of gin. It went down like lightning. He coughed and thrust the flask away.
“Even worse,â€� said Matthew. “How sharper than the serpent’s tooth it is to have an ungrateful parabatai.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold