I Think I May Be In Love

"there Might Simply Be Nothing Going On That Might Activate It. Perhaps There Isn't Anything Here That Alec Is Afraid Of." Magnus Glanced At Alec And Raised His Eyebrows. "boo."

Well, You'll Have To Wait Till Tomorrow. I'm Out Of Commission." (he Points To His Shirt) "look. Jammies.

Your Friend's Poetry Is Terrible," He Said. Clary Blinked, Caught Momentarily Off Guard. "what?" "i Said His Poetry Was Terrible. It Sounds Like He Ate A Dictionary And Started Vomiting Up Words At Random.

He Produced A Handkerchief—crisply Folded—and Handed It To Her. She Took It With Silent Astonishment. She’d Never Before Known Anyone Who Carried A Handkerchief.

She Took Out A Shiny Folded Pamphlet, The Kind They Kept Stacked In Clear Plastic Stands In Hospital Waiting Rooms. "how To Come Out To Your Parents," She Read Out Loud. "luke. Don't Be Ridiculous. Simon's Not Gay, He's A Vampire.