I had never realized before how much you can take from someone by not allowing them the words they need to describe themselves.
The baby gazed up at Alec with grave eyes only a shade darker than Alec’s own. Alec gazed back at the baby. He looked as surprised as anyone else by the baby’s sudden hush.
Diana: We all have wounds that are sometimes better cared for by somone else.
I just want to make it clear that I did not engineer the interruption of the Harpyia demon,” Mark said, “and was indeed quite eager to continue with our sexual congress.
Alec tugged at the front of Max’s sailor suit. “That’s a lot of ribbons there, buddy.” Max nodded sadly. “Too much ribbons.” “What happened to your sweater?” “That’s a fine question, Alexander. Allow me to unfold to you the tale. Max rolled his sweater in the cat litter,” Magnus related. “So he could ‘look like Daddy.’ Thus he must wear the sailor suit of shame. I don’t make the rules. Oh, wait, yes, I do.” He waved a reproving finger at Max, who laughed again and tried to grab for the glitter of rings.
I’m not gay,” said Raphael. “I’m not straight. I’m not interested.” “Your sexuality is ‘not interested’?” Alec asked curiously. Raphael said, “That’s right.
At the edge of everything, love and faith have always brought me back, and back to you.
Life is not a boat, bearing us far away on a cruel, relentless tide from all we love. You are not lost on me on some forever distant shore. Life is a wheel.
Tobias loved her more than he’d loved anything – his family, his duty, even himself. There, perhaps, the Herondale blood ran true.
There are only four points of warmth and brightness, in the whole world, that burn fiercely enough for me to feel something like the person I was. Your mother, your father, Lucie, and you. You love, and tremble, and burn.
He smiled at two people walking by: a tall, good-looking boy with a streak of white in his dark hair and a brunette girl whose eyes were shaded by sunglasses. They ignored him. But.
I will always look to you for light.
Sed lex dura lex,” said Jace automatically. “The Law is hard, but it is the Law.
A pure fountain gives pure water.
Cordelia had thought a tattoo would be rather more like their Marks, but it reminded her of something else instead. It was ink, the way books and poems were made of ink, telling a permanent story.
A bad law is no law.
Surely, she was too young to have so many ghosts.
But I think you’re letting your fear get in the way of what you really want because what you really want is what you’re afraid of.
You are my conscience. You have ever been, James Carstairs.
Maryse had spoken to her son’s partner with affection she had never shown before, and now she wanted to hold the baby. Maryse was experiencing full-on grandma fever. The Lightwoods thought he and Alec were keeping the baby.