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- Their lives burned as brightly as candle flames—and were as easy to snuff out.
- It was Alec who spoke first. “What’s this?” he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there. “It’s a girl,” Jace said, recovering his composure. “Surely you’ve seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.”
- “Jesus!” Luke exclaimed. “Actually, it’s just me,” said Simon. “Although I’ve been told the resemblance is startling.”
- “You’re not gay, are you?” Simon’s greenish color deepened. “If I were, I would dress better.”
- “I told you before, my name is not ‘little girl,’” she said through her teeth. “It’s Clary.” “I know,” he said. “Pretty name. Like the herb, clary sage. In the old days people thought eating the seeds would let you see the Fair Folk. Did you know that?”
- “Oh, he’s rude to everyone,” said Isabelle airily. “It’s what makes him so damn sexy.
- “Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake?” “Nobody. I woke up on my own.”
- “I was ninety percent sure.” “I see,” Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. “What the hell was that for?” “The other ten percent,” she said,
- “But if you tell anyone I helped you, Shadowhunter, you’ll wake up tomorrow with snakes for hair and an extra pair of arms.” “That might be nice, an extra pair of arms,” Jace said. “Handy in a fight.” “Not if they’re growing out of your …” Dorothea paused and smiled at him, not without malice. “Neck.”
- “Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn’t be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wannabe goth you probably met at Pandemonium,” Simon pointed out sourly. “After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead.” “I was not shacking up,” Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face. “And my hair is naturally blond,” said Jace. “Just for the record.”
- “But vampires are hot, right?” Simon said. “I mean, some of the vampires are babes, aren’t they?”
- Indian goddess of destruction, Kali,
- teen wolf ;)
- “She who was created to battle a demon who could not be killed by any god or man. ‘Oh, Kali, my mother full of bliss! Enchantress of the almighty Shiva, in thy delirious joy thou dancest, clapping thy hands together. Thou art the Mover of all that moves, and we are but thy helpless toys.’”
- “Jace. Is he really a terrible liar?” Now Isabelle did turn her eyes on Clary, and they were large and dark and unexpectedly thoughtful. “He’s not a liar at all. Not about important things. He’ll tell you horrible truths, but he won’t lie.” She paused before she added quietly, “That’s why it’s generally better not to ask him anything unless you know you can stand to hear the answer.”
- “So now he’s back from the dead and he’s come looking for her. Maybe he wants to get back together.”
- “It wouldn’t be my move,” Jace agreed. “First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.”
- “That’s sort of hot,” Isabelle argued, “that evil thing.”
- I know you’re a good Shadowhunter. You’re probably the best our age. But Valentine’s one of the best there ever was.
- “You hate the Silent Brothers,” protested Isabelle. “I don’t hate them,” said Jace candidly. “I’m afraid of them. It’s not the same thing.” “I thought you said they were librarians,” said Clary. “They are librarians.” Simon whistled. “Those must be some killer late fees.”
- how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you’d have forever.
- Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually, he offered to wake you up himself, but since it’s five a.m., I figured you’d be less cranky if you had something nice to look at.” “Meaning you?” “What else?”
- “Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt,”
- “Everyone knows that quote because of the Doors.” Jace looked at her blankly. “The Doors. They were a band.” “If you say so,” he said.
- “I suppose you don’t have much time for enjoying music,” Clary said, thinking of Simon, for whom music was his entire life, “in your line of work.” He shrugged. “Maybe the occasional wailing chorus of the damned.”
- NEPHILIM: FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNO.
- Trans: easy descent to hell (+/-)
- “The descent into Hell is easy.”
- " Facilis descensus averno "
- “It means ‘Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234.’”
- Alternate translation to "Facilis descensus averno"
- “If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.”
- “And next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.”
- She was looking at Alec instead, watching him as he talked to Jace. There was a kinetic, almost feverish energy to him that hadn’t been there before. Something about Jace sharpened him, brought him into focus.
- I was laughing at you because declarations of love amuse me, especially when unrequited.
- but omg that's exactly what's going with Alec and jace (isn't it?)
- “A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance novel covers? The—”
- that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”
- She looked like a moon goddess. Clary hated her.
- Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who’d come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.
- you screamed like a banshee when the cat scratched you, so I asked your mother if you were part banshee. She didn’t laugh.”
- “Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants.
- They say that pity’s a bitter thing, but it’s better than hate.
- I hadn’t stopped believing in God. I’d just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don’t think it matters. Either way, we’re on our own.”
- “Don’t.” Clary raised a warning hand. “I’m not really in the mood right now.” “That’s got to be the first time a girl’s ever said that to me,” Jace mused. “Stick with me and it won’t be the last.”
- Jace snorted. “He picks up his dates in a van? No wonder he’s such a hit with the ladies.”
- “You know,” Clary said, “most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction.” “Ah,” said Jace blithely, “that might explain why I so often run into people who seem to dislike me.”
- “Where there is feeling that is not requited,” said Hodge, “there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.”
- I worshipped him. I thought the sun rose and set on Valentine Morgenstern.
- He pushed his spectacles up; they slid down again instantly.
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- Fidelis ad Mortem. “‘Faithful unto death,’”
- for looking better in black than the widows of her enemies.
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