I love you, she told him, night after night, for seven years. Faeries cannot lie, and he knew that.
It’s called the Magnus effect,” he said.
She smiled and it was the kind of smile you give to someone who can make you want to throttle them and kiss them all at the same time.
To consider possibilities was to open yourself up to pain.
They are Will and Tessa, and you were Ke Jian Ming. You were James Carstairs. You were Jem.
Lily lit up. “Do I want to come on a bro road trip with you, rushing to the aid of gorgeous damsel in distress, Jem I’d-love-to-climb-’em Carstairs?
He tried not to hug her too hard, even though she was kind of hugging him too hard. In fact, she was pretty much crushing his rib cage. He didn’t mind, though.
What we keep sacred, keeps us safe.
Simon had shamelessly tried to curry favor with Isabelle’s father by teaching Robert Lightwood how to use Simon’s digital watch as a timer. Robert was now holding the watch in a death grip and studying it carefully. It would be Robert’s turn with the baby again in sixteen minutes, and he had clasped Simon’s shoulder and said, “Thanks, son,” which Simon took as a blessing to date Robert’s daughter.
This is what I want and what I’ve chosen,” Alec said. “How dare you tell me it’s a tragedy? Magnus pretended he never tried to fool me into thinking it would be easy, but choosing Magnus is one of the easiest things I’ve ever done.
A secret too long kept can kill a soul by inches. I watched a secret almost destroy a man once, the finest man ever made. Such a secret is like keeping treasure in a tomb. Little by little, poison eats away at the gold. By the time the door is opened, there may be nothing left but dust.
The baby looked at Simon, then back at Alec. His small face looked thoughtful, as if he might shake his head and go: That Jace, what will he do next?
You can have the joy of reading the stories of incredible happenings, or you can be part of the story.
And please don’t say all the cats are dead,” said Emma. “I’m not sure I can cope with feline death on a massive scale.
Every world contains other worlds within it. People wander through all the worlds they can find, searching for their homes.
Clary was trying not to think about the fact that it had been three days since she’d seen Magnus, and he’d sent no word at all. Or the fact that there was really nothing stopping him from taking the Book of the White and disappearing into the ether, never to be heard from again. She wondered why she’d ever thought trusting who wore that much eye-liner was a good idea.
There’s a legend about that clock. For a second, when it chimes the hour, the gates to Heaven open.
Sometimes, love worked, past any hope of change, when no other force in this world could. Without love, the miracle never came.
Everything about Magnus was strange, but nice.
My true love has my heart, and I have his. Never was a fairer bargain made.