Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.

“Clary," Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.”

“...In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and paiting,…”

“Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to t…”

“My darling, you are indisposed! You must remain abed for the next eight months.…”