Maybe by the time they were in their Silver Year, Master Rufus would communicate complicated theories of magic by the lifting of a single bushy eyebrow.
Kit had never had any siblings, never had a mother, had only had Johnny. His father. His father who had died, and he didn’t think had ever looked the way Ty looked now, as if the possibility of something happening to Livvy was enough to break him inside.
Em,” he said again, his eyes wide and dark blue in the dim light. “Did you kiss Mark the other night?
He learned that kisses and touches and professions of love could make you forget, and that the more he was with Kieran, the more he wanted to be with him and not with anyone else.
His mind stilled. His soul quieted. And his memories-the parts of himself he’d feared were lost forever-had come home.
We are all our past have made us. The accumulation of thousands of daily choices. We can change ourselves, but never erase what we’ve been. Forgetting those choices doesn’t unmake them.
Demons don’t understand human hearts, not well. They see through a distorted glass and show you what you desire, but warped and wrong. Use that wrongness to push yourself out of the dream. Life is loss, Alexander, but it’s better than this.
Isn’t the crisis over?” “We’re Shadowhunters,” Jace said. “You’ll find that the crisis is never over.
You were a Downworlder once. That will always be a part of you. Even if you forget, they never will.
It’s hard to focus on your love life when giant spiders are chasing you.
A scientist said once that if the ocean were as clear as the sky, if we could see everything in it, no one would ever go in the sea.
There’s nothing wrong with George. It is not possible to find fault with George. He’s a perfect Scottish angel. He always shares the snacks that his mother sends him and he’s better- looking than Jace. There, I said it. I’m not taking it back.
He did not know why books had not taught him how to talk so other people wanted to listen.
My parabatai, she thought, looking at Jules, standing with his back straight and his head back, the only seventeen-year-old boy in the world who could make the King of the Dark Court doubt himself.
Ragnor stayed for thirteen days. They were the longest thirteen days of Magnus’s life. Every time Magnus tried to have a little fun, there they were, the short one and the green one, shaking their heads in tandem and then saying snotty things. On one occasion Magnus turned his head very quickly and saw them exchanging a fist bump.
Memories can be bitter as well as sweet.
Tessa Herondale Carstairs,” he whispered. “You should never worry about borrowing my name when you know that you can have it to keep.
Mark Blackthorn,” she said, and shivered deep in her bones at the look in his eyes. “I wish you could see yourself as I see you. You are so many things I never thought to want, but I do want them. I want all things with you.
So stop talking about what a loser you are, because I wouldn’t follow a loser into a slime-covered bedroom or a slime-covered bathroom, and I’ve followed you into both.” George paused and said aggressively: “And I would really like to change the phrasing of that last sentence, because it sounded so bad, but I’m not sure how.
I love you, Ty. I love you.