Remember. If the rune were a word, it would have been that one, but there was more meaning to it than any word she could imagine. It was a child’s first memory of light falling through crib bars, the recollected scent of rain and city streets, the pain of unforgotten loss, the sting of remembered humiliation, and the cruel forgetfulness of old age, when the most ancient of memories stand out with agonizingly clear precision and the nearest of incidents are lost beyond recall.
Clary remembered how it had felt to be lifted up by those hands, his arms holding her up and the stars hurtling down around her head like a rain of silver tinsel.
This was what it meant to be family, he thought. To hurt when someone else hurt. To want to protect them.
What kind of person would I be if I told you it was all right for me to risk my life, but not for you?
When you walk in the world, I will be the light at your side, the ground steady under your feet, the force that drives the sword in your hand.
And werewolves are what? Just overgrown puppies?
Here.” Mark shrugged out of his blue T-shirt. He was wearing another T-shirt under it, this one gray. Julian blinked at him. “Proper vestments.” He offered it to his brother. “Why are you wearing a T-shirt under your other T-shirt?” Livvy asked, temporarily diverted. “In case one of them is stolen,” Mark said, as if this were entirely normal. Everyone paused to stare at him, even Julian, who had stripped off the rags of his shirt and covered himself with Mark’s.
The mundanes put their faith in their paper money, and when that turns to ash, the world will turn upside down.
Old ghosts, the shadows of might-have-beens.
The Infernal Devices began with a daydream of Jem and Tessa on Blackfriars Bridge, and I think it is fitting that it ends there too.
Orange is the color of despair, and pumpkins.
Senseless optimism is how plagues get started.
Abashed the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
Tessa, whose head had begun to ache, wished Jessamine would cease to speak of “catching” husbands the way one might catch a cold, or a runaway cat.
Whatever you are physically: male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy, all those things matter less than what your heart contains. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.
Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.
Jules?” He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. “I will always choose you, too,” she said, and, laying her head on his shoulder, shut her eyes.
They’re based in fact, even if mundanes think they’re myth. Shadowhunters have a saying: all the stories are true.
I’d never say that. I’m still Jewish, you know, even if I am a vampire. In my heart I remember and believe, even the words I can’t say. G – ” He choked and swallowed. “He made a covenant with us, just like the Shadowhunters believe Raziel made a covenant with them. And we believe in his promises. Therefore you can never lose hope – hatikva – because if you keep hope alive, it will keep you alive.” He looked faintly embarrassed. “My rabbi used to say that.
Downworlders were for killing. Not just out of hatred but because it made them feel safer. It is easier to confront a threat as a mass, a group, not individuals who must be evaluated one by one .