This is how a faerie loves: With her whole body and soul. This is how a faerie loves: With destruction.
Alec gave her a nod, and spoke coolly. “You voted for my father for Inquisitor, Balogh, so it didn’t bother you then,” he said. “My father gave his life in this room for the Clave. What have you done besides exile Shadowhunter children because you were afraid of their faerie blood?” “Damn,” said someone in the back. “He’s good.
They’ll find out whatever it is you want most in the world and give it to you – with a sting in the tail of the gift that will make you regret you ever wanted it in the first place.
If Magnus could make everyone else laugh, surely he would feel like laughing himself. If he was enough fun to be around, he would never be on his own, and if he pretended he was all right, sure that would become the truth.
I have ridden with the Wild Hunt. I have carved a clear path of freedom among the stars and outrun the wind. And now I am asked to walk upon earth again.
Alec was absolutely sure that in the bright chaos of his long, strange life, Magnus had stayed kind.
There were some things there was no point thinking about.
No doubts. Magnus didn’t need to search his soul. He’d searched it a thousand times, ten thousand, in the years he’d known Alec.
They always say faeries steal human children because they can’t make art or music of their own. Neither can warlocks or vampires. It requires mortality to make art. The knowledge of death, of things limited. There is fire inside us, Emma, and as it blazes, it burns us, and the burning causes pain- but without its lights, I cannot see to draw.
There is so much wrong with the world,” said Christopher. “I want it to make sense. I want to put it right. I want to find the solutions that are overlooked by others.
Alec was closeted, shy, obviously insecure, and obviously hung up on his blond friend Trace Wayland. Magnus was fairly certain that was the name, but Wayland had reminded Magnus inexplicably of Will Herondale, and Magnus didn’t want to think about Will.
Do you think that eventually our kind becomes far enough removed from humanity that we transform into creatures that are untouchable and unlovable by humanity?” Magnus asked.
The first one is always the hardest.
Are you- Are you in love with me?′ His smile was soft and sad. ‘So much.
Our fathers were demons,” said Catarina. “Our mothers were heroes.
Even where laws are unjust, hearts can find a way to be together.
No one ever just wants to have tea,” said Anna. “Tea is always an excuse for a clandestine agenda.
Edmund, Magnus decided, put him in mind of nothing so much as a boat- a shining beautiful thing, buffeted by the whims of the water and winds. Only time would tell if he would find anchor and harbor, or if all that beauty and charm would be reduced to a wreck.
Friendship is one mind in two bodies. – Meng-tzu.
I may not believe in sin,” he said, “but I do feel guilt. We Shadowhunters live by a code, and that code isn’t flexible. Honor, fault, penance, those are real to us, and they have nothing to do with religion and everything to do with who we are. This is who I am, Clary,” he said desperately.