You are lonely,” she said. “You have surrounded yourself with creatures that are not real, that do not live. We see our own souls in the eyes of others. How long has it been since you have seen that you have a soul?
We are not going to tell Charlotte of our conversation with the Consul. But neither are we going to spy on her. Gabriel, you are my brother, and I love you. I would do anything to protect you. But I will not sell out your soul and mine.
Yours is the gift of words that cannot be spoken,” the Queen said to her, “and your brother’s is the Angel’s own gift. Your father made sure of it, when your brother was a child and before you were ever born.
I can’t untie myself from you, Clary – not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me.
No,” said Simon. “If you hurt Clary, she’s quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.
Danger is appealing. Especially to those with nothing to lose.
You would do that, Adaon? You would give me your cottage?
Fell into it,” said the warlock, still with the same faint smile. “Hurtled into it is more like. Headlong-crashed into it. Still, there are always some men like that – just one woman for them, and only she will do, or nothing.
By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,” noted Will as the worm vanished behind a large structure shaped like a Greek temple. “Has no one respect for the classics these days?
Only people with no purpose are unhappy.
Perhaps it is not such a bad thing to be set apart.
The ride to Alicante had been like something out of a dream, or a cheesy romance novel. The two of them astride white stallions, galloping across the countryside, charging across emerald meadows and through a forest the color of flames. Isabelle’s hair streamed behind her like a river of ink, and Simon had even managed not to fall off his horse – never a foregone conclusion.
Out of patience, Kit slowly raised his middle finger. “Here’s the password.
Facilis descensus averno – The descent into hell is easy.
Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay,” Clary muttered. “Selling them on what?” Clary smiled blandly at him. “A mythical place of great magical power.
Pleasure and trouble are brother and sister to each other.
Got caught in the rain, I see,” – Isabelle Lightwood.
And that someone would pay. Revenge is a cold bedfellow, Diana had said, but Emma didn’t believe that. Revenge would let her think about her parents without a cold knot forming in her stomach. She would be able to dream without seeing their drowned faces and hearing their voices cry out for her help.
Julian gave his brother a slow, sweet smile. In that smile was all the love and wonder of the little boy who’d lost his brother and against all odds, gotten him back.
Tessa could not remember a time when she had not loved the clockwork angel.