Magnus bane Quotes


We came to see Jace. Is he alright?"
"I don't know," Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?

City of Ashes

Cassandra Clare

City of Ashes

Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane."
"They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down."
"Really?" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed."
Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down.

City of Glass

Cassandra Clare

City of Glass

I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?"
"A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus.

City of Ashes

Cassandra Clare

City of Ashes

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

Clockwork Prince

Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Prince

Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self."
"Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before.
"Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out.

City of Bones

Cassandra Clare

City of Bones

If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you."
"Who's Magnus?" Max inquired.
"He's a warlock," said Alec.
"A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury.
"But warlocks are bad," protested Max, looking baffled.
"Exactly," said Isabelle.

City of Glass

Cassandra Clare

City of Glass

Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.

Clockwork Angel

Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Angel

There's no need to clarify my finger snap," said Magnus. "The implication was clear in the snap itself.

City of Ashes

Cassandra Clare

City of Ashes

You never called me back," he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back."
Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't
called you?
"
Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me
back.
"
Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot."
"Is
that
why you haven't called me? Because I'm an idiot?"
"No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."
"You
love
me?"
"You stupid Nephilim," Magnus said patiently. "Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!

City of Glass

Cassandra Clare

City of Glass

A very magnanimous statement, Gideon, said Magnus.
I’m Gabriel.
Magnus waved a hand. All Lightwoods look the same to me.

Even the Inquisitor's eyebrows shot up when Magnus strode through the gate. The High Warlock was wearing black leather pants, a belt with a buckle in the shape of a jeweled
M
, and a cobalt-blue Prussian military jacket open over a white lace shirt. He shimmered with layers of glitter. His gaze rested for a moment on Alec's face with amusement and a hint of something else before moving on to Jace, prone on the ground.
"Is he dead?" he inquired. "He looks dead."
"No," snapped Maryse. "He's not dead."
"Have you checked? I could kick him if you want." Magnus moved toward Jace.
"Stop that!" the Inquisitor snapped, sounding like Clary's third-grade teacher demanding that she stop doodling on her desk with a marker.

City of Ashes

Cassandra Clare

City of Ashes

We're not dating," Alec said again.
"Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?

City of Ashes

Cassandra Clare

City of Ashes

Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests."
Jace edged into the doorway, sizing up Magnus with his eyes. "Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?"
"Even then.

City of Bones

Cassandra Clare

City of Bones

I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.

City of Ashes

Cassandra Clare

City of Ashes

A pair of werewolves occupied another booth. They were eating raw shanks of lamb and arguing about who would win in a fight: Dumbledore from Harry Potter books or Magnus Bane.
"Dumbledore would totally win," said the first one. "He has the badass Killing Curse."
The second lycanthrope made a trenchant point. "But Dumbledore isn't real."
"I don't think Magnus Bane is real either," scoffed the first. "Have you ever met him?"
"This is so weird," said Clary, slinking down in her seat. "Are you listening to them?"
"No. It's rude to eavesdrop," said Jace.

City of Ashes

Cassandra Clare

City of Ashes

He’s very pretty. For a human.
He’s very broken, said Magnus. Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.

Clockwork Prince

Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Prince

I've got the Mark of Cain," said Simon. "That means nothing can kill me, right?"
"You can kill yourself," Magnus said, somewhat unhelpfully. "As far as I know, inanimate objects can accidentally kill you. So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn't."
"There goes my Saturday.

This
is
about Tessa. I knew it was."
Will flushed, a wash of color across the pallor of this face. "Not just her."
"But you love her."
Will stared at him. "Of course I do," he said finally. "I had come to think i would never love anyone, but I love her.

Clockwork Prince

Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Prince

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’t 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’s 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’t tell me that.'
'I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,' said Simon.
Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I’ve read Magnus’s stash of comics,' said Alec, 'so I actually know what you’re 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.

If Jem dies, I cannot be with Tessa, said Will. Because it will be as if I were waiting for him to die, or took some joy in his death, if it let me have her. And I will not be that person. I will not profit from his death. So he must live. He lowered his arm, his sleeve bloody. It is the only way any of this can ever mean anything. Otherwise it is only —
Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away, Magnus said.
I want more than that, said Will. You made me want more than that. You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn your back on what you created.

Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all.

City of Fallen Angels

Cassandra Clare

City of Fallen Angels

Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah."
Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?"
"Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it."
Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?

Does she still love you?"
"I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't."
Alec sputtered. "As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me.

As far as I’m concerned, this is the worst thing that’s happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru.

What have you done to my cat?" Magnus demanded... "You drank his blood, didn't you? You said you weren't hungry!"
Simon was indignant. "I did not drink his blood. He's fine!" He poked the Chairman in the stomach. The cat yawned. "Second, you asked me if I was hungry when you were ordering pizza, so I said no, because I can't eat pizza. I was being polite."
"That doesn't get you the right to eat my cat."
"Your cat is fine!" Simon reached to pick up the tabby, who jumped indignantly to his feet and stalked off the table. "See?"
"Whatever.

Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. What do you care if Alec’s miserable?
What do I
care
? Jace said, so loudly that Chairman Meow rolled off the couch and landed on the floor. Of course I care about Alec; he’s my best friend, my
parabatai
. And he’s unhappy. And so are you, by the look of things. Takeout containers everywhere, you haven’t done anything to fix up the place, your cat looks dead —
He’s not dead.

You’re seventeen, Magnus said. You can’t have wasted a life you’ve barely lived.

Clockwork Prince

Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Prince

Simon rolled his eyes. It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane, he said. Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.
Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.

Hey, pretty thing," he said. "What's in the bag?"
"Holy water," said Jace, reappearing beside her as if he'd been conjured up like a genie. A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude.
"Oooh, a Shadowhunter," said the vampire. "Scary." With a wink he melted back into the crowd.
"Vampires are such prima donnas," Magnus sighed from the doorway. "Honestly, I don't know why I have these parties."
"Because of your cat," Clary reminded him.
Magnus perked up. "That's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort.

City of Bones

Cassandra Clare

City of Bones

You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.

City of Fallen Angels

Cassandra Clare

City of Fallen Angels

This time Magnus answered it, his voice booming through the tiny entryway. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY REST?"
Jace looked almost nervous. "Jace Wayland. Remember? I'm from the Clave."
"Oh, yes." Magnus seemed to have perked up. "Are you the one with the blue eyes?"
"He means Alec," Clary said helpfully.
"No. My eyes are usually described as golden," Jace told the intercom. "And luminous."
"Oh, you're that one." Magnus sounded disappointed. If Clary hadn't been so upset, she would have laughed. "I suppose you'd better come up.

City of Bones

Cassandra Clare

City of Bones

Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.

City of Glass

Cassandra Clare

City of Glass

You’re here! Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. Have some of this!
Clary squinted at it. Is it going to turn me into a rodent?
Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice, Isabelle said. Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace? She offered him the glass.
I am a man, he told her, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.
Brown? Isabelle made a face.
Brown is a manly color, said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.
Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. It was black, he said. But then it faded.
You could dress it up with a sequined headband, Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. Just a thought.
Resist 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. You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.
There are worse things, Magnus observed.

City of Glass

Cassandra Clare

City of Glass

Magnus sighed. "Alexander, I've been alive for hundreds of years. I've been with men, been with women - with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two." He looked sideways at Maryse, who looked mildly horrified. "Too much information?

City of Fallen Angels

Cassandra Clare

City of Fallen Angels

Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me.
Liked
me, liked me.

Liked
you, liked you? Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .

City of Ashes

Cassandra Clare

City of Ashes

Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend.

Good organization, said Magnus. I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.
Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. Did you sleep with him, too?
Magnus’s cat eyes widened. Alexander!

Alec isn’t happy, said Magnus, as if she hadn’t spoken.
Of course he isn’t, Isabelle snapped. Jace—
Jace, said Magnus, and his hands made fists at his sides. Isabelle stared at him. She had always thought that he didn’t mind Jace; liked him, even, once the question of Alec’s affections had been settled. Out loud, she said:
I thought you were friends.
It’s not that, said Magnus. There are some people — people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.
Isabelle shook her head slowly. You’ve lost me. Jace is our brother, but for Alec — he’s Jace’s parabatai too —
I know about parabatai, said Magnus, his voice rising in pitch. I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left—
Stop it! Isabelle clapped her hands over her ears, then lowered them slowly. How dare you, Magnus Bane, she said.
How dare you make this worse than it is —
Isabelle. Magnus’ hands loosened; he looked a little wide-eyed, as if his outburst had startled even him. I am sorry. I forget, sometimes . . . that with all your self-control and strength, you possess the same vulnerability that Alec does.
There is nothing weak about Alec, said Isabelle.
No, said Magnus. To love as you choose, that takes strength. The thing is, I wanted you here for him. There are things I can’t do for him, can’t give him . . . For a moment Magnus looked oddly vulnerable. You have known Jace as long as he has. You can give him understanding I can’t. And he loves you.
Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.
Blood isn’t love, said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. Just ask Clary.

You could give me the past, he said a little sadly. But Alec is my future.

City of Fallen Angels

Cassandra Clare

City of Fallen Angels

Even the trip throught the Portal had not disarranged Magnus's hair spikes. He tugged on one proudly. "Check it out", he said to Isabelle.
"Magic?"
"Hair gel. $3.99 at Ricky's.

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.
Blood isn’t love, said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

Bright star, Magnus said, and his eyes were thoughtful, as if he were remembering something, or someone. Those of you who are mortal, you burn so fiercely. And you fiercer than most, Will. I will not ever forget you.

Clockwork Princess

Cassandra Clare

Clockwork Princess

She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.
And then there was Camille.

City of Fallen Angels

Cassandra Clare

City of Fallen Angels

I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.

He is a Shadowhunter, said Jocelyn. His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.
He’s my friend, said Magnus coldly. His loyalty is to me.

It's Simon. He's missing."
"Ah," said Magnus, delicately, "missing what, exactly?"
"Missing," Jace repeated, "as in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared."
"Maybe he's gone and hidden under something," Magnus suggested. "It can't be easy getting used to being a rat, especially for someone so dim-witted in the first place."
"Simon's not dim-witted," Clary protested angrily.
"It's true," Jace agreed. "He just looks dim-witted. Really his intelligence is quite average.

City of Bones

Cassandra Clare

City of Bones

And I don’t see how Sebastian can be all that fond of Jace, either. He was horribly jealous of him all his life. He thought Jace was Valentine’s favorite, added Clary.
Not to mention, Magnus noted, that Jace killed him. That would put anyone off.

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.

Alec," Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. "Are you okay?"
Alec looked at him. "Who are you again?"
Magnus gave a little gasp; he looked — for the first time Simon could remember — actually unnerved. It lasted only a moment, but it was there. "Alexander," he said.
"Too soon to joke about the happy memory thing, I take it," Alec said.

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