What else is a poem about?The rhythm and the images buried in the language. All the ways you can build an emotion with words, but you can’t just write ‘I feel sad.’ I mean, you...

I’m the warlock who’s here to cure you. Didn’t they tell you I was coming?””I know who you are, but…” Maia looked dazed. “You look so…so…shiny.

Bitten? You mean you’re a-“”A werewolf,” said the girl. “Like everyone else here. Except you, and the asshole. And the asshole’s sister.

Oh, you know. Jace reminds me of an old boyfriend. Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you’ve already had sex, it was great, and now you’re just...

Wherever Jordan’s going – and I do believe we all go somewhere – think of it as the light that will bring him home.

Patience, grasshopper,” said Maia. “Good things come to those who wait.””I always thought that was ‘Good things come to those who do the wave,'” said Simon. “No wonder I’ve been so confused all my life.

It’s precious

Wait.” Clary was suddenly nervous. “The melted metal-it could be, like, toxic or something.”Maia snorted. “I’m from New Jersey. I born in toxic sludge.

I’m Magnus Bane.” he went on in a soothing tone, stretching out his ringed hands. Blue sparks had begun to dance between them like bioluminescence dancing water. “I’m the warlock who’s here to cure you....

We will stand bravely with you! Malcolm announced. Catarina looked darkly at him, and he quailed. Well, we will stand bravely near you. Or at least within earshot. Maia gave him a hard look. So...

I won’t be just your friend. I love you, Maia. I’m in love with you. I always have been. I always will be. Just being your friend would kill me” – Jordan