If you call an electric eel a rubber duckie, it doesn’t make it a rubber duckie and God help the poor bastard who has a bath with the duckie.
There’s no reason for any warlock to be interested in her unless he’s in the market for nonfunctional crystal balls.
Better to love and fear than feel nothing.
You think they are kind, that the Nephilim are kind, because they are good, but goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue. -Amatis Herondale.
Magnus raised his head and looked up and over at Alec; it was a look that made Clary flush and glance away. There was so much love in it, mixed with exasperation and pride and despair. It was an unguarded look, and it felt wrong to see it.
He put his arms about himself as if he were cold. “I do not know who to be without him.
She wondered if there were any ugly vampires, or maybe any fat ones. Maybe they didn’t make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn’t want to live forever.
Clary’s eyes widened. She wondered if she was about to be broken up with. If so, she would have a thing or two to say to Jace about his timing, after she drowned him in the lake.
I am a hundred and forty six years old and this is not my first unwinnable war.
I think you were the wrong person for the Jace that I was, but not the Jace that I am now, the Jace you helped make me. Who is, incidentally, a Jace I like much better than the old one. You’ve changed me for the better, and even if you left me, I would still have that.
James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?
Just coffee. Black-like my soul.
It can be... difficult to to learn how the world truly is, to see it in its true shape and form... most human beings never do. Most could not bear it.
I think we have established in so many ways that I am hot enough for the both of us.
You are a great deal of trouble, Jace Herondale.
She laced her fingers through his. “Good night,” she whispered. With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.
I always thought I was happy being the dark star to your supernova.
My old tutor used to say that the hearts of Nephilim were like the hearts of angels: They felt every human pain, and never healed.
His eyes were green.
Very tight. Very leather.