The moon was wide – too wide and too close. Mentally, Simon told the moon to stop being so close and bright and that it should just generally shut up with the mooniness.
He remembered running through the streets of Alicante with Tavvy in his arms, stumbling on the cracked paving. trying to keep his little brother’s face mashed against his shoulder so that he wouldn’t see the blood and death all around him.
His awareness of her swung as she moved around the room like the needle on a compass.
No, said Jem, becuase he was always James Carstairs when he spoke of what was dearest to him.
At dinner the next day, it was soup again. It had been soup for every meal for many days now. Simon did not remember a life before soup, and he despaired of ever achieving a life after soup.
So many problems are caused by unnecessary secrets.
Wow,” said George. “I imagined the demon realms were fearsome and terrifying, but seems like it was pretty much nonstop nom nom nom.
It was a faerie expression, ‘of my heart,’ the closest they might come to saying ‘girlfriend’ or ’boyfriend.
No one is ever lost to himself.
For the first time, he understood how and why Mark’s choice to stay with his family might not have beena n easy one. For the first time he thought in wonder of how much his brother must love him after all, to have given up the sky for his sake.
Respectable Shadowhunters are not supposed to bring my sort home to meet Mom and Dad. I have a past. I have several pasts. Besides, good Shadowhunter boys aren’t meant to bring home boyfriends at all.
Livvy stared at Diego for most of the meal, probably thinking about their plan to stop Zara, but it was clearly making Diego nervous, since he tried twice to cut his steak with his spoon.
You don’t have to be like someone to love them.
Emma listened to the familiar sound of Julian coming up the stairs. The tread of his feet was like music she had always known, so familiar that it had almost stopped being music.
We are what we are because our will is free: We are free to choose.
You don’t have to. I have enough faith in you,” she said, “for the both of us.
One cannot judge a man for the sins of his family.
I do have strong objections to my head being cut off.
They seemed to grip the tree very lightly. Simon tried this, realized it was futile, and grabbed the tree in a hug so intimate, he wondered if they were now dating.
Every student, no matter how inexperienced or advanced, wa expected to report to the training field at sunrise for a grueling hour of calisthenics. ‘Divided we stand,’ Simon thought, his stubborn biceps refusing to bulge. ‘United we do push-ups.