Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too.
Jem is my greatest sin.
When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.
You might want to put some clothes on’ suggested Jace ‘I’m all for the bra and panties look, but you don’t want the Silent Brothers to die of excitement.
If you insist on the chase then you’d better start running ’cause dude, you’re in for a marathon.
And I do wish she wouldn’t sing about poisoning just after we have eaten.
And the gold of her ruined wedding dress.
Sometimes when she looks at him that way he finds himself almost blushing; a feeling so strange he almost doesn’t recognize it. Jace Wayland doesn’t blush.
And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.
Hey guys! Wish you were here, except not really. We’re having fun. Check it out-the pyramids! -Alec and Magnus.
Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.
Staring at him the way she might stare at a beloved place she was not sure she would ever see again, trying to commit the details to memory, to paint them on the backs of her eyelids that she might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.
Keeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn’t something you can just ignore.
Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side.
He’d burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes.
It sucked to be old enough to want to know what was going on, but so young you were always dismissed.
I don’t think Will Herondale and a sense of responsibility are even on speaking terms.
I’m from New Jersey. I was born in toxic sludge.
No one can live with nothing.