Unfortunately,” said Will, “It seems he neglected to invite us. Perhaps our invitations went astray in the post.
Will was awoken by screams. Years of training made themselves known instantly: He was on the floor in a crouch before he was even properly awake.
There are things we want, down under what we know, under even what we feel. There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.
No matter what you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, sick or healthy, everything is not as important as what you have in the heart. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things are just the glass of the lamp, but you’re the light shining inside.
Clary had demanded that Simon accompany her to her bridesmaid’s dress fitting so afterwards they could shop for comics and she can feel, in her words, like “less of a frilled-up girly-girl.
I was born into this world to love you, and I will love you in the next life, and the one after that.
Without sorrow, there can be no joy.
The only thing that makes a name important, and yours, is that it’s given to you by someone who loves you.
Whither thou goest, I will go.
A blade made by Wayland the Smith can cut anything.
Then Magnus had looked up from his spell books, seen him, and smiled. And Alec’s heart had stopped its frantic pounding, like a prisoner desperate to escape. Alec thought he could be all right just standing in that doorway, watching Magnus smiling to see him, for the rest of his life.
In my day, girls were robust, strapping creatures, not twigs like they are nowadays.
My one true love remains my self... I dump myself occasionally to keep it interesting.
It’s all heartbreak, death, and unrequited love.” “Well, that is what most songs are about,” said Will. “Requited love is ideal but doesn’t make much of a ballad.
He thought of that long-ago general, being exhorted not to let that glory go to his head. To remember that everything passed. Everything went. Happiness went, and so did loss and pain. Everything but love.
Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.
Tea is always an excuse for a clandestine agenda.
Not at all,” Simon said breezily. “Eric has turned over a new leaf. He has a girlfriend. They’ve been going out for three months.” “Practically married,” Clary said, stepping around a couple pushing a toddler in a stroller: a little girl with yellow plastic clips in her hair who was clutching a pixie doll with gold-streaked sapphire wings. Out of the corner of her eye Clary thought she saw the wings flutter. She turned her head hastily.
Is this chivalry?” Catarina said with a smile. “Thought that was dead.” “Like us, it never dies.
The metallic smell of blood was everywhere.