He remembered his father saying that when angels fell, they fell in anguish, because once they had seen the face of God, and now they never would again.
Shades of its former grandeur were still evident in the curving staircase, the chipped marble entryway floor, and the wide single-paned skylight overhead.
Gideon threw a scone at him.
Look, you can either bring me to Brother Zachariah or I can wander around yelling for him until he turns up.” You are a great deal of trouble, Jace Herondale. “So I’ve been told,” Jace said.
Lily-she’s one of the smartest of the vampire clan. Knows everything. She and Raphael were always thick as thieves.
I’m not apologizing. It’s a way of – empathizing. Of saying that I’m sorry you’re unhappy.
You are who you are, made by the sum of your choices and actions.
There is no pretending,” Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you.
If you know your enemies and know yourself, you can win a hundred battles without a single loss.
Luke, I am your father, ” she muttered, and heard Julian laugh softly. She staggered off to find her gear so she wouldn’t have to watch him getting up adorably sleepy-eyed and tousle-haired.
Don’t tell me,” he said, drawing his words out in that way he knew she hated. “Simon’s turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, you’ll have to wait till tomorrow. I’m out of commission.” He pointed at himself – he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. “Look. Jammies.
That made Magnus laugh, suddenly and helplessly, and he threw his head back. He’d learned this lesson a long time ago: Even in the midst of heartbreak, you could still find yourself laughing.
Emma’s heart was pounding. She chanced a look up at Julian. For the briefest of moments he looked like someone who’d been staggering through the Mojave Desert, half-dead from sun, and had seen a glimmer of water up ahead only to have it turn out to be a mirage.
Christopher and Thomas, in another surprise for James in a morning full of surprises, seemed pleased to see him. “Oh, have you decided not to detest Matthew any longer?” Christopher asked. “I’m so glad. You were really hurting his feelings. Though we are not supposed to talk about that to you.” He gazed dreamily at the bread basket, as if it were a wonderful painting. “I forgot that.” Thomas put his head down on the table. “Why are you the way that you are?
Cold fear weighted down Cristina’s stomach; she felt as if she were watching trains hurtling toward each other on the same track, with no way of stopping either one.
I forget sometimes I need to eat and drink now.
Your uncle Jem believes the warlocks may have some useful knowledge hidden in their Spiral Labyrinth.
Our role is to stand behind the open gates and turn them back one by one. And so we fight.
As mortals called on God, on angels and saints, as they chanted while telling their rosary, Raphael was pronouncing the only names that were sacred to him and would not burn his tongue to utter. Raphael was calling on his family.
Five,” she said. Her lips and cheeks were flushed, but her gaze was steady. “Five?” he echoed blankly. “My rating,” she said, and smiled at him. “Your skill and technique may, perhaps, require work, but the native talent is certainly there. What you require is practice.” “And you are willing to be my tutor?” “I should be very insulted if you chose another,” she said, and leaned up to kiss him again.