This time he was dreaming of a VIP room backstage at the club, filled with champagne and coffee, a gaggle of groupies trying to break down the door so that – in the dream, Simon somehow knew this was their intent – they could tear of his clothes and ravish him.
Since Shadowhunters, however loving, were all reckless lunatics.
His body had taken over, and he’d fought, and he’d even, in a small, strange, hidden way, enjoyed it.
Bouncing will make the baby spit up with joy,” said Robert.
It’s not being a sass-monkey that I object to. That I like. It’s the joyless attitude. One of the chief pleasures of life is mocking others, so occasionally show some glee about doing it. Have some joie de vivre.” “I’m undead,” said Raphael. “What about joie de unvivre?
Growing up unafraid of the world is a good way to get destroyed by it.
Alec’s breath caught. He found he could not stop holding it, as if he could save it for the child Magnus had been.
All that darkness, and all that pain, and Magnus was somehow still a blazing riot of life and color, a source of joy for everyone around him.
Clary knew she’d never be able to pull off that sort of elegance in a million years, and she didn’t care. Isabelle was Isabelle, and Clary was grateful she existed, making the world a little fiercer with every one of her smiles.
Gwyn. The thought of him lit a spark of warmth in her heart. She closed her hand carefully around the petals.
You are the two halves of a whole. You must be different, like light and shadow- he brings you caution to temper your recklessness, and you bring him recklessness to temper his caution. Without each other you would not function as well as you do. That is what parabatai means.
You couldn’t speak to fear, couldn’t tell it the truth: Fear lived in your bones.
You think she does not love you?” “I do not think so. I have been foul enough to her.” Will’s voice was wretchedness and misery and self-loathing all combined. “I think there was a time when she almost – I thought she was dead, you see, and I showed her – I let her see what I felt. I think she might have returned my feelings after that. But I crushed her, as brutally as I could. I imagine she simply hates me now.
He did not want to die in this banal pit, surrounded by the pallid ghosts of past mistakes, but if he had to die, he planned to die with style.
Not every bit of a good story is true,” said Lucie. Her cheeks were bright pink. The air had become chill; Cordelia pulled her cloak around her. “It’s the story that’s important.
He wasn’t ready for death, but if it came today, he would face it with his head held high and Alexander Lightwood’s name on his lips.
Ty’s eyes lit up. They still moved restlessly around Kit as if he were reading him, examining him, never quite meeting Kit’s own, but that didn’t dim their glow.
The Clave tells us not to trust Downworlders. Despite the Accords, despite everything, we all get indoctrinated, and we – ” He broke off, looking up at the clear, cold stars. “I used to follow the rules because I thought it would keep everyone I cared about safe,” he said. “But I’ve started to realize that ‘everyone I care about’ is a bigger group and a different group than the Clave was built to accept.
Alec remembered the old days and the old fears, the way Isabelle had occasionally tried to start conversations about boys and let Alec shut them down. He had always snapped at her, terrified to speak and have someone hear, but sometimes at night when he thought about the possibility of being disowned by his parents, rejected by the Clave, hated by Jace and Max, his only comfort was that his sister knew, and she still loved him.
Always eat the bagel.