Yoselin

“Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“I have a fetish for damsels in distress.”
“Don’t be sexist.”
“Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“So we all have to do that?' Maia said. 'Get drawn on, I mean.'

Only if you're going to fight,' Isabelle said, looking at the other girl coldly. 'You don't look eighteen yet.'

Maia smiled tightly. 'I'm not a Shadowhunter. Lycanthropes are considered adults at sixteen.'

Well, you have to get drawn on, then,' said Isabelle. 'By a Shadowhunter. So you'd better look for one.'

But--' Maia, still looking over at Alec and Magnus, broke off and raised her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at--and stared.

Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people--Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike--were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes wide, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth.

Maia looked perplexed. 'Wait a second,' she said. 'Do we all have to do that, too.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass