Jem,” she whispered, not wanting to disturb anyone else in the procession. “Thanks for coming.” “I wished you to know how sorry I am,” he said. He looked pale and drawn. “I know you loved Livia like a sister.” “I had to watch her die,” said Emma. “Have you ever watched someone you loved die?” “Yes,” said Jem.
You’re not going,“he said as soon as she’d finished. “If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yurs passes, you are not going to Idris.” Clary felt as if he’d slapped her. She had thought he’d be pleased. She’d run all the way from the hospital to the Institute to tell him, and here he was standing in the entryway glaring at her with a look of grim death. “But you’re going.
Life at the Shadowunter Academy was lacking in a lot of things Simon once belived he couldn’t live without: computers, music, comic books, indoor plumbing. Over the past couple of months, he’d gotten mostly used to doing without, but there was one glaring absence he still couldn’t wrap his head around. Shadowhunter Academy had no nerds.
Zhi yin. The one who understands your music.
Not the letter again?” Simon’s roommate at the Academy, George Lovelace, groaned. He flung himself down on his bed, sweeping an arm melodramatically across his forehead. “Oh, Isabelle, my darling, if I stare at this letter long enough, maybe I’ll telepathically woo you back to my weeping bosom.
Fzzzz, fzzz, fzzzz. I don’t know what I’m doing. I have never had a close relationship with any babies. For sixteen years I thought I was an only child, baby. And after that, baby, you don’t want to know what I thought. Please forgive me if I’m doing this wrong, baby. Do you like me, baby? I like you.
Human emotions are so foolish to them, and human minds and hearts so fragile.
It was nice, Simon thought, in the midst of all the terrible things that could happen and sometimes did happen, there was always this. There was a lot of love.
Some monsters are human.
I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways.
You’re Simon,” he breathed. “Simon Lewis.
Good morning, Si! I saw a rat in the bathroom, but he was taking a nice nap and we didn’t bother each other.
Why is it,” he said after a moment, “that whenever I think I’ve found the most terrible thing that could happen to me, I’m always wrong.
She has seen so many tragedies, and they both knew the worst tragedies were born of love.
Simon looked at Isabelle. It was a little like looking at the sun, but the way she was looking back at him made it easier.
I need a hero. I’m holding out for a hero, in fact, until the morning light. And she’s gotta be sure, and it’s gotta be soon – because I have been kidnapped by evil faeries – and she’s gotta be larger than life.
Emma’s heart was pounding. She chanced a look up at Julian. For the briefest of moments he looked like someone who’d been staggering through the Mojave Desert, half-dead from the sun, and had seen a glimmer of water up ahead only to have it turn out to be a mirage. “Still no Mark?” Emma said hastily as Cristina reached them. Not that there was a real reason Cristina would know where Mark was; Emma just didn’t want her looking at Julian. Not when he looked like that.
Beautiful,” he said finally.
I’m sorry, Simon said, thinking they had to be the lamest, most useless words in the English language.
Love, real love, is being seen. Being known. Knowing the ugliest part of someone, and loving them anyway.