Don’t roll your eyes. It punctures my dramatic moment. I want my dramatic moment unpunctured.
Faeries believed in promises over fidelity of body or heart.
If Jace was gold, catching the light and attention, Alec was silver. And silver, though few people knew it, was a rarer metal than gold.
Clary and Simon continued to stare judgmentally. It made Simon very happy. Judging people together was an essential part of best friendship.
Mark held up his plastic bag. Inside it, a small orange fish swam around in a circle. “This is the best patrol we’ve ever done,” he said. “I have never been awarded a fish before.
It does no one any good to look backward for too long and forget that the future lies ahead.
Who would ever want movies or TV when there are books?
Give me the baby,” Maryse said jealously. “You’ve had him for four whole minutes, Clarissa.
Jules: Emma. I need you, always, always think about you, I was wishing you were with me in that goddamned attic and then I turned around and you were there, like you heard me, like you’re always there when I need you...
I still love Emma more than I ever thought was possible. I love her more every day, and more every time I try to stop. I love her like I’m being ripped in half.
Time was something that moved in fits and starts for Magnus, dissipating like mist or dragging like chains, but when Alec was here, Magnus’s time seemed to fall into an easy rhythm with Alec’s, like two heartbeats falling into sync.
She could understand suddenly why people talked about passion as fire: She felt as if they had caught aflame and were burning like the dry Malibu hills, about to become ashes that would mix together forever.
History, the way the teachers liked it, was a racetrack, a straight shot from start to finish line; life itself was more of a maze.
It was a sort of love few other people could understand. It was total and it was overwhelming and it could be cruel.
Pulvis et umbra sumus,” said James once, out loud in class, after hearing too many whispers. “My father says that sometimes. We are but dust and shadows. Maybe I’m just -getting a head start on all of you.
You are James Herondale, said Uncle Jem. As you always were. Part your mother, part your father, part yourself. I would not change any part of you if I could.
And there in front of her was Julian, his eyes and ears closed to anything but Livvy, her body cradled against his. She seemed a drift of fragile ash or snow, something impermanent that had blown into his arms accidentally: the petal of a faerie flower, the white feather of an angel’s wing. The dream of a little girl, the memory of a sister reaching up her arms: Julian, Julian, carry me.
Feeling this way was a particular kind of horror, having the emotions without the memories.
Whither thou goest, I will go, James. Even unto the tedious suburb of Highgate.
Check you out,′ said Magnus. ‘My famous boyfriend, inspiration to the masses.