Graymark,” he said. “What a nice surprise.” Luke stood up. “If you’re surprised, you’re an idiot,” he said. “I didn’t exactly arrive quietly.
Pulvis et umbra sumus – we are but dust and shadows.
I’ll just leave my hat with the footman,” said Jace. Madame Dorothea shot him a dark look. “If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you’d be twice as funny as you are.” She disappeared back through the curtain, her loud “Hmph!” nearly drowned out by rattling beads. Jace frowned. “I’m not quite sure what she meant by that.” “Really,” said Clary. “It made perfect sense to me.” She marched through the bead curtain before he could reply.
We want what we cannot have,” Mark said. “But we love what shows us kindness.
Everyone is afraid of death. We may be born of angels, but we have no more knowledge of what comes after that you do.
The Scholomance was a piece of Shadowhunter history come to life. A cold castle of towers and corridors carved into the side of a mountain in the Carpathians, it had existed for centuries as a place where the most elite of Shadowhunters were trained to deal with the double menaces of demons and Downworlders. It had been closed when the first Accords were signed: a show of faith that Downworlders and Shadowhunters were no longer at war.
Magnus had often considered that Shadowhunter justice was more like cruelty, and he did not want to be cruel. He looked at the woman’s weary desperate face and the bundle in her arms, and he could not be cruel. He believed in redemption, the inchoate grace in every person he met. It was one of the few things he had to believe in, the possibility of beauty when faced with the reality of so much ugliness.
The storm calls you as it calls me, does it not?
I am not a charity case, and I am not a Shadowhunter any longer. I want nothing more to do with the Shadowhunters. I want to be someone else. I want to raise my daughter to be someone else, not bound to the Clave or led astray by anybody. I want her to be braver than I was, stronger than I was, and to let nobody decide her fate but herself.
Magnus? Magnus Bane?” “That would be me.” The young man blocking the doorway was as tall and thin as a rail, his hair a crown of dense black spikes. He was Asian, with an elegantly high-cheekboned, handsome face, broad-shouldered despite his slim frame. He was certainly dressed for a party, in tight jeans and a black shirt covered with dozens of metal buckles. His eyes were crusted with a raccoon mask of charcoal glitter, his lips painted a dark shade of blue.
Jocelyn even had a graceful way of walking that made people turn their heads to watch her go by. Clary, by contrast, was always tripping over her feet. The only time people turned to watch her go by was when she hurtled past them as she fell down stairs.
Sapeva farla ridere, si disse, anche quando lei non ne aveva voglia, anche quando sapeva che aprirgli il so cuore di un solo centimetro equivaleva a prendere un pizzico di droga che le desse assuefazione.
The quick: the soft, tender flesh underneath the fingernail. Also means “living,” as in “the quick and the dead.
I’m not really in the mood right now.” “That’s got to be the first time a girl’s ever said that to me,” Jace mused. “Stick with me and it won’t be the last.” The.
Jesus,” said Clary. “I doubt he’d fit.” “Jace.” Clary was appalled. “What?” “I don’t know, it seems wrong to make jokes like that in a church.
The same age as Isabelle,” Hodge said. “Would you call her a child?
May the angle ever be with you.
Love Made Us Liars.
Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.” Jace’s eyes were blazing.
She was brave, and he adored her for it, even as it was employed in the defence of her love for someone else.