There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.
We’re called Shadowhunters. At least, that’s what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.
I’ve been wandering around all night – I couldn’t sleep – and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.
She felt as if the world were tilting and she was clinging on helplessly, trying to keep from tumbling into a black abyss.
She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.
And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.
And we believe in his promises. Therefore you can never lose hope – hatikva – because if you keep hope alive, it will keep you alive.
She said that you’ve break my heart.
Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?
You can’t raise a child to believe the opposite of what you do.
To destroy the enemy it can be necessary to understand him.
Pain made you strong. Loss made you powerful.
Of course I can see you. I’m not blind, you know. Oh, but you are. You just don’t know it.
You can’t just go around killing people. You’re right. You can’t go around killing people.
A patient, methodical sort of madman. The worst kind.
For free will is what makes us Heaven’s creatures.
Isabelle: All the boys are gay. In this van, anyway. Well, except for you, Simon. Simon: Glad you noticed. Magnus: I prefer to think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual. Alec: Please never say that in front of my parents.
Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible – snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.
He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor.
Well, why did you kill Jeremiah? And don’t bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this.