We don’t fly,” Clary felt impelled to point out. “No,” Jace agreed. “We don’t fly. We break and enter.
He did not love her, but she was a dream out of the past, so he moved toward her, until he was standing close enough to touch her. “Remember,” she said softly. “Remember London?
Una mala ley no es ley.
Beauty was hard. Would people forgive Will the things he did if he were ugly? And did it help him, in the end, to be forgiven? Though, she could not help but feel he did the things he did not because he loved himself too much but because he hated himself.
The sunrises here... they are all different, but they are all beautiful.
Luke made pasta.” – Jocelyn Fray.
He broke off as two hands rose up out of the smoke. Alec grabbed one and Simon the other, and together they hauled Samuel like a limp sack of potatoes out of the cell and deposited him on the lawn. A moment later Simon and Clary were grabbing Jace’s hands and pulling him out, though he was considerably less limp and swore when they accidentally banged his head on the ledge. He shook them off, crawling the rest of the way onto the grass himself and then collapsing onto his back.
Your words have changed me tess; they have made me a better man than i would have been otherwise. life is a book, and there are a thousand pages i have not yet read.
My mother always said that the ballroom in the London Institute was the most beautiful room she’d ever seen.” She looked around, at the Edwardian striped wallpaper, the heavy velevet curtains looped back from the windows. “But she must have seen it very much alive and filled with people.
Magnus reached down his shirtfront and drew out something that dangled on a chain, something that glowed with a soft red light. A square red stone. “Take this.” He folded it into Will’s hand. Will looked at him in confusion. “This was Camille’s.” “I gave it to her as a gift,” said Magnus, a bitter quirk to the side of his mouth. “She returned all my gifts to me last month. You might as well take it. It warns when demons are close. It might work on those clockwork creations of Mortmain’s.
If the chance comes before me to save the last of the Herondale bloodline, I consider that of higher importance than the fealty I render the Clave. Jace Herondale.
L’amore ci rende bugiardi.- concluse Jace.
Clary gave him what was probably meant as a withering look, but which came out fairly soppy. Jace returned it just as soppily. Alec wondered what would happen if he made a sacrifice to the dark demon gods of this world in exchange for not being constantly reminded that he was single.
What are you suggesting?” said Trini. “A wall around Faerie?
It had been Julian talking, her Jules, the one who lived in her bones and her brain and at the base of her spine, the one who was threaded all through her like veins or nerves.
A man doesn’t have to agree with his government to be a patriot, does he? It takes a true patriot to dissent, to say he loves his country more than he cares for his own place in the social order.
No weapon in this world can wound only one of them.
I would rather die and be reborn and see the sun again, than to live to the end of the world without daylight.
And your sister?” Valentine said. “What about Clarissa?
Lily shook her head. “The 1930s were such a disappointment. Every year, they insisted on not being the 1920s.