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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “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. 'Especially my father.'

    'I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out,' Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was — as he often was — scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn’t an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec’s answer than he would have been otherwise.

    'My mother seems to have accepted it,' Alec said. 'But my father — no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.'

    Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. 'Turned you gay?' She sounded incredulous. 'Alec, you didn’t tell me that.'

    'I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,' said Simon.

    Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I’ve read Magnus’s stash of comics,' said Alec, 'so I actually know what you’re talking about' A small smile played around his mouth. 'So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?'

    'Only if it was a really gay spider,' said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. 'Ow, okay, never mind.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #3
    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

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane,” he said. “Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.”
    Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. “The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #5
    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

  • #6
    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

  • #7
    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

  • #8
    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

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah."
    Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?"
    "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it."
    Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “I've got the Mark of Cain," said Simon. "That means nothing can kill me, right?"
    "You can kill yourself," Magnus said, somewhat unhelpfully. "As far as I know, inanimate objects can accidentally kill you. So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn't."
    "There goes my Saturday.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “What have you done to my cat?" Magnus demanded... "You drank his blood, didn't you? You said you weren't hungry!"
    Simon was indignant. "I did not drink his blood. He's fine!" He poked the Chairman in the stomach. The cat yawned. "Second, you asked me if I was hungry when you were ordering pizza, so I said no, because I can't eat pizza. I was being polite."
    "That doesn't get you the right to eat my cat."
    "Your cat is fine!" Simon reached to pick up the tabby, who jumped indignantly to his feet and stalked off the table. "See?"
    "Whatever.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “Does she still love you?"
    "I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't."
    Alec sputtered. "As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. “What do you care if Alec’s miserable?”

    “What do I care?” Jace said, so loudly that Chairman Meow rolled off the couch and landed on the floor. “Of course I care about Alec; he’s my best friend, my parabatai. And he’s unhappy. And so are you, by the look of things. Takeout containers everywhere, you haven’t done anything to fix up the place, your cat looks dead —“

    “He’s not dead.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Hey, pretty thing," he said. "What's in the bag?"
    "Holy water," said Jace, reappearing beside her as if he'd been conjured up like a genie. A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude.
    "Oooh, a Shadowhunter," said the vampire. "Scary." With a wink he melted back into the crowd.
    "Vampires are such prima donnas," Magnus sighed from the doorway. "Honestly, I don't know why I have these parties."
    "Because of your cat," Clary reminded him.
    Magnus perked up. "That's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #15
    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

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “You’re here!” Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. “Have some of this!”
    Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?”
    “Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,” Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace?” She offered him the glass.
    “I am a man,” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.”
    “Brown?” Isabelle made a face.
    “Brown is a manly color,” said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. “In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.”
    Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,” he said. “But then it faded.”
    “You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.”
    “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.”
    “There are worse things,” Magnus observed.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #17
    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

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even the trip throught the Portal had not disarranged Magnus's hair spikes. He tugged on one proudly. "Check it out", he said to Isabelle.
    "Magic?"
    "Hair gel. $3.99 at Ricky's.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.”
    Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Alec isn’t happy,” said Magnus, as if she hadn’t spoken.
    “Of course he isn’t,” Isabelle snapped. “Jace—”
    “Jace,” said Magnus, and his hands made fists at his sides. Isabelle stared at him. She had always thought that he didn’t mind Jace; liked him, even, once the question of Alec’s affections had been settled. Out loud, she said:
    “I thought you were friends.”
    “It’s not that,” said Magnus. “There are some people — people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.”
    Isabelle shook her head slowly. “You’ve lost me. Jace is our brother, but for Alec — he’s Jace’s parabatai too —”
    “I know about parabatai,” said Magnus, his voice rising in pitch. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left—”
    “Stop it!” Isabelle clapped her hands over her ears, then lowered them slowly. “How dare you, Magnus Bane,” she said.
    “How dare you make this worse than it is —”
    “Isabelle.” Magnus’ hands loosened; he looked a little wide-eyed, as if his outburst had startled even him. “I am sorry. I forget, sometimes . . . that with all your self-control and strength, you possess the same vulnerability that Alec does.”
    “There is nothing weak about Alec,” said Isabelle.
    “No,” said Magnus. “To love as you choose, that takes strength. The thing is, I wanted you here for him. There are things I can’t do for him, can’t give him . . .” For a moment Magnus looked oddly vulnerable. “You have known Jace as long as he has. You can give him understanding I can’t. And he loves you.”
    “Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”
    “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. “Just ask Clary.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “Alec," Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. "Are you okay?"
    Alec looked at him. "Who are you again?"
    Magnus gave a little gasp; he looked — for the first time Simon could remember — actually unnerved. It lasted only a moment, but it was there. "Alexander," he said.
    "Too soon to joke about the happy memory thing, I take it," Alec said.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #24
    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

  • #25
    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

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “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.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley."
    "Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “Isabelle says the Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with us."
    "Sure," said Magnus. "And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour."
    Alec looked puzzled. "Who's Madonna?"
    "Who's the Queen of the Seelie Court?" said Clary.
    "She is the Queen of Faerie," said Magnus. "Well, the local one, anyway."
    Jace put his head in his hands. "Tell Isabelle no."
    "But she thinks it's a good idea," Alec protested.
    "Then tell her no twice."
    Alec frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
    "Oh, just that some of Isabelle's ideas are world-beaters and some are total disasters. Remember that idea she had about using abandoned subway tunnels to get around under the city? Talk about giant rats—"
    "Let's not," said Simon. "I'd rather not talk about rats at all, in fact.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate."

    "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!”
    Cassandra Clare, The Bane Chronicles

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Instead of replying, Alec reached down and took Magnus's hands. Magnus let Alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, Alec drew him closer and kissed him. Magnus made a soft, pleased sound, and gripped the back of Alec's shirt, rucking it up, his fingers cool on Alec's spine. Alec leaned into him, pinning Magnus between the table and his own body. Not that Magnus seemed to mind.
    'Come on,' Alec said against Magnus's ear. 'It's late. Let's go to bed.”
    Cassandra Clare



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