How they had loved each another, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room. Magnus had loved before, many times, but he did not ever recall feeling the peace that radiated out from these three only from being in the others’ presence. He had craved peace sometimes, like a man wandering for centuries in the desert never seeing water and having to live with the want of it.
There are more important things than being careful.
The world seemed to be swaying around him, and strange things were important.
They no longer panicked when they heard skittering noises in the wall or under the bed. If the noises where in the bed, they allowed themselves some panic. This had happened more than once.
I have some bad news to break to you about most Shadowhunters and their ability with the photocopier.
Do you want to wear a beret after all?” Magnus asked. “Say the word. I happen to have several berets concealed on my person. In a variety of colors. I’m a beret cornucopia.
Emma cursed the intensity of the faerie language- like meant nothing to them: They lived in a world of love or hate, scorn or adoration.
Never trust a duck – Will Herondale.
Magnus Bane did his best, in life, to always be spectacular.
Besides, we are on vacation. Carpe diem. Seize the day, not the demons.
Cruelty, harshness, pain: no one shielded us from the realities of life, and that made us strong.
He touched her face. “I may not slip,” he said, “but I fall.
Alec furrowed his brow. “So you’re scrapbooking?” Magnus made a face. “To the lay observer, what I’m doing might look similar, yes.
The compass of Magnus’s soul spun freely within him, and he’d long been used to that.
Everyone should have a hobby or two,” Magnus said. “Mine just happen to include illegal trade, drinking, and carousing. I’ve heard of worse.” “We tend not to have time for hobbies.” Shadowhunters. Always better than you.
Actually, he would much rather have been abandoned in hostile territory than left to stand around at a party.
After all, I still have a warlock contact.” Magnus inclined his head with a slight smile. “Tessa Gray,” said Raphael. “Very dignified lady. Very well-read. I think you know her?
Everything is going to change for the Shadowhunters, Simon thought. For all of us. It has to.
Tessa reached for the words... “You know, in that essay of Donne’s, what he says... about how no man is an island. Everything you do touches others.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Magnus’s clothes, but Magnus wore them like armor, a layer of protection between him and a world that didn’t always meet someone like him with open arms.