Cassandra Clare

Got caught in the rain, I see," - Isabelle Lightwood

The rich bought wonderful clothes you recognized. The richest had their pople go to Paris and buy the entire new collection that no one outside of the fashion house has seen.

You could dress it up with a sequined headband,_ Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. __ust a thought._ __esist 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. __ou__l look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu._ __here are worse things,_ Magnus observed.

Are you in fashion? You look like you're in fashion.""No," [Magnus] said. "I am fashion.

The moon was wide__oo wide and too close. Mentally, Simon told the moon to stop being so close and bright and that it should just generally shut up with the mooniness.

But you hate poetry!Yes, but you make me want to write it.

As long as I can dream, I will dream of you.

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.

Guys don't let other guys keep calling other guys. Okay that came out wrong.

scrub oak trees. Kieran was leaning against him, pinning him to the tree, and they were kissing. Cristina hesitated a moment, blood rising into her face, but it was clear Mark wasn__ being touched against his will. Mark__ hands were tangled in Kieran__ hair, and he was kissing him as fiercely as if he were starving. Their bodies were pressed together tightly; nevertheless, Kieran clutched at Mark__ waist, his hands moving restlessly, desperately, as if he could pull Mark closer still. They slid up, pushing Mark__ jacket off his shoulders, stroking the skin at the edge of his collar. He made a low keening sound, like a cry of grief, deep in his throat, and broke away. He was staring at Mark, his gaze as hungry as it was hopeless. Never had a faerie looked so human to Cristina as Kieran did then. Mark looked back at him, eyes wide, shining in the moonlight. A shared look of love and longing and terrible sadness. It was too much. It had already been too much: Cristina knew she shouldn__ have been watching them but she hadn__ been able to stop, mingled shock and fascination rooting her to the spot. And desire. There was desire, too. Whether for Mark, or for both of them, or just for the idea of wanting someone so much, she wasn__ sure. She moved back, her heart pounding, about to pull the

Iz," Alec said tiredly. "It's not like it's one big bad thing. It's a lot of little invisible things. When Magnus and I were traveling, and I'd call from the road, Dad never asked how he was. When I get up to talk in Clave meetings, no one listens, and I don't know if that's because I'm young or if it's because of something else. I saw Mom talking to a friend about her grandchildren and the second I walked into the room they shut up. Irina Cartwright told me it was a pity no one would ever inherit my blue eyes now." He shrugged and looked toward Magnus, who took a hand off the wheel for a moment to place it on Alec's. "It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's a million little paper cuts every day.

Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.""I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider," said Simon.

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__ 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__ 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__ tell me that.''I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,' said Simon.Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I__e read Magnus__ stash of comics,' said Alec, 'so I actually know what you__e 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.

You're not gay, are you?"Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.

They had met at a club fifteen years before, Etta and Magnus. He had convinced her to dance with him, and she said she had been in love by the end of the song. He told her he had been in love before the beginning.

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

All my life, since I came to the institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace, When you are gone from me, who will see me like that? There was a silence then, Jem stood as still as a statue. With his gaze WIll searched for, and found, the parabatai rune on Jem's shoulder; like is own, it had faded to a pale white. At last Jem spoke. The cool remoteness had left his voice. Will breathed in hard, remembering how much that voice had shaped the years of his growing up, its steady kindness a lighthouse beacon in the dark. "Have faith in yourself. You can be your own mirror".

He is a Shadowhunter,_ said Jocelyn. __is loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.___e__ my friend,_ said Magnus coldly. __is loyalty is to me.