Uncle Gabriel was already in the courtyard. His face had turned an alarming shade of puce. He was shouting something about thieving Herondales.
Julian was used to pleading and sulks and protestations that someone hated you. He had four younger siblings. But there was a special artistry to Kit’s glaring. He really meant it.
There was something about the smell of books, the ink-and-paper-and-leather scent, the way dust in a library seemed to behave differently from the dust in any other room – it was golden in the light of the witchlight tapers, setting like pollen across the polished surfaces of long tables.
It was an odd bit of doggerel. First the flame and then the flood, in the end it’s Blackthorn blood.
I was pondering the Greek ideals of love. Agape, of course, the highest love, the love that Gods feel. Then eros, romantic love; and philia, the love of friends; and storge, the love of family.
Mundanes think everything is satanic cult activity.
We cannot understand life, and therefore we cannot hope to understand death.
Don’t think that way. Just because you can’t imagine loving anyone else doesn’t mean that you won’t.
My father was cursed,” James said from the darkness. “Whereas I? I’m damned.
I prefer redheads myself.
Most of us do things for reasons that are more purely personal. For love, or for hate.
He was overwhelmed by the desire to drop down to his knees and grab Ty’s hands, and hold him the way he had on the rooftop in London when Livvy had been hurt.
People get scared, and they take it out on anyone they think is different. It’s the same cycle I’ve seen a thousand times.
Jace is considered the most awesome material to make a Shadowhunter out of.
There will be other lives.” Jem held his hand out, and for a moment, they clasped hands, as they had done during their parabatai ritual, reaching across twin rings of fire to interlace their fingers with each other. “The world is a wheel,” he said. “When we rise or fall, we do it together.
Her whole system was wired to monitor his survival. She needed him to live. He’d nearly died, and everything inside her was short-circuiting.
Nothing against prostitution. It keeps civilization running.
Simon had seen Jace throw Clary into a wall.
Tessa avrebbe voluto dirle che Will aveva un aspetto migliore quando era meno in disordine, e che essere affascinati dalla sua bellezza era come essere affascinati da un pezzo di acciaio affilato come un rasoio, pericoloso e imprudente.
Matthew nodded, but he ducked his head down against Jamie’s coat and stayed there for a moment.