“Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”

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

“Unfortunately, you may have to delay your plans for sororicide a bit longer. Gabriel Lightwood is downstairs, and I have two words for you. Two of your favorte words, at least when you put them together."'Utter simpleton'?" inquired Will. "'Worthless upstart'?"Jem grinned. "'Demon pox,"' he said.”

“But-" Maia, still looking at Alec and Magnus, broke off and rasied her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at - and stared.Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people - Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike - were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes widen, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth.Maia looked perplexed. "Wait a second," she said. "Do we all have to do that, too?”

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

“So we all have to do that?' Maia said. 'Get drawn on, I mean.'Only if you're going to fight,' Isabelle said, looking at the other girl coldly. 'You don't look eighteen yet.'Maia smiled tightly. 'I'm not a Shadowhunter. Lycanthropes are considered adults at sixteen.'Well, you have to get drawn on, then,' said Isabelle. 'By a Shadowhunter. So you'd better look for one.'But--' Maia, still looking over at Alec and Magnus, broke off and raised her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at--and stared.Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people--Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike--were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes wide, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth.Maia looked perplexed. 'Wait a second,' she said. 'Do we all have to do that, too.”

“He's a cousin of some friends of the Lightwoods or something. He's nice. I promise." "Nice, bah. He's gorgeous." Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things." "No. You can't have him." "Why not? Do you like him?" Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.”