He could barely believe any of his new memories, but the idea that Isabelle Lightwood had been his girlfriend seemed more unbelievable than the fact that vampires were real and Simon had been one.
No one owns facts,” Cristina said quietly. “They are immutable.
Cuando se ama a alguien de una forma tan intensa y ese alguien no ama del mismo modo, es imposible separarse bien.
It does seem about the time to learn a musical instrument”. He flourished his new prize, a little stringed instrument that looked like a cousin of the lute that the lute was embarrassed to be related to.
When you lost someone to addiction- and he had lost many- you lost something very precious. You watched them fall. You waited for them to hit the bottom. It was a terrible wait.
No matter how long you lived, you never got used to seeing terrible things.
He was not adept at reading Shadowhunter hearts, behind their smooth angelically arrogant facades. He thought that might be why Alec had surprised him so much, had wrong-footed him so that Magnus had stumbled into feelings he had not planned to have. Alec had no facade at all.
Human blood was black at night, but vampire blood never looked anything but red.
She would never understand morning people, especially those who functioned without a caffeine injection.
I am a deWinter. We do not froth.
She opened her eyes- closing them was cowardice, and the Carstairs were not cowards.
Magnus’s ship would sail that night... His interest in the ship and his thoughts of an adventure to come made him regret his departure less, but even so, he stood at the rail as the ship departed into the night waters.
That is how they are. That is how the Cold Peace has made them. Afraid of what is new and different, and filled with hatred like ice. She.
Laws are meaningless, child,” Malcolm said in a low voice that somehow still carried. “There is nothing more important than love. And no law higher.
I know you. I know your face.
Oh, come on, Jace,” Clary said. “You can’t wait for perfect behavior from everyone. Adults screw up too. Go back to the Institute and talk to her rationally. Be a man.” “I don’t want to be a man,” said Jace. “I want to be an angstridden teenager who can’t confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.” “Well,” said Luke, “you’re doing a fantastic job.
Maybe love was love and you should take it when you found it.
Will struck her, knocking her to the ground and covering her with his body as the automaton blew apart like an exploding star.
Have faith, Raphael, I know you remember how.
Herondales don’t do perfunctory kisses.