Alec is brave, and he’s good, and he’s loyal, and like all Lightwoods he has cheekbones you could use to slice salami.
Do I sleep, do I dream, or are these visions I see?
You’re the boy who does what has to be done because no one else will.
People live through heartbreak, and you are strong enough to live through it many times. But Julian is not someone who can just touch your heart. He can touch your soul. And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.
Every time you rip the bandages off, you just open the wound up again. Every time he sees you, it’s like tearing off the bandages.
Magnus’s life philosophy was to keep moving, and in places like Moquegua he understood why it was necessary to keep moving. If he did not, someone might see him as he really was. Not that he thought he was so very dreadful, but there was still that voice in his head like a warning: Keep in bright constant motion, or the whole illusion will collapse in on itself.
But the suspension of disbelief could only go so far.
They all seemed to be related to each other and it was very disturbing.
It was as hard to comprehend that your life would never end as it was to comprehend that it would.
Because think how we’ll feel in the morning. Think how much worse it will be pretending that we don’t mean anything to each other in front of everyone else after we’ve spent the night together, even if all we do is sleep. It’s like having just a little bit of a drug – it only makes you want more.
What happens in Faerie stays in Faerie, I guess?
Will, the boy who loved the same books she did, the same poetry she did, who made her laugh even when she was furious. And here he was standing in front of her, telling her he loved the words of her heart, the shape of her soul. Telling her something she had never imagined anyone would ever tell her. Telling her something she would never be told again, not in this way. And not by him.” – Clockwork Prince.
He’d always assumed that storybook moments like these were meant for Jace, Isabelle, anyone but him. Yet here he was.
Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.
Sunlight speared into the Sanctuary as Diana opened the doors. Emma felt a flash of gratitude for her tutor as Diana and the two faeries vanished outside. Gratitude for sparing Arthur – and for sparing Julian one more second of pretending her was alright. For Jules was looking at his brother – finally, really looking at him, with no one to see or judge his weakness.
It was the kind of snow that didn’t amount to anything on the ground. It would just dust the dead grass. The technical term for that level, he decided, was an “annoyance” of snow.
There were holes in several of the tapestries, including one that left the Angel Raziel headless. Magnus feared sacrilegious mice had been at the tapestries.
Can one regret a thing that, however unwise, was beautiful?” she said, and the hurt in his eyes softened into confusion.
Well, well. Kill the fatted calf and all that. The prodigals have returned.
When I first met you, I thought you were unlike anyone else I had ever known. You made me laugh. No one but Jem has made me laugh in, good God, five years. And you did it like it was nothing, like breathing.