You tried to drink the East River,"Magnus said, and Alec saw, as if for the first time, that Magnus's clothes were soaking wet too, sticking to his body like a dark second skin.
You tried to drink the East River,"Magnus said, and Alec saw, as if for the first time, that Magnus's clothes were soaking wet too, sticking to his body like a dark second skin.
He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption
It means, said Brother Jeremiah, The descent into Hell is easy.
I don't do what I'm told, but I might do what you want if you ask me nicely.
She'd cried loudly enough that the man sitting across from her had offered her a tissue, and she'd screamed, what do you think you're looking at jerk? At him, because that was what you did in New York. After that she felt a little better.
You're Valentine's son. I'm sure you're the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you're charming. Maybe not at the moment.
He had electric blue hair that had stuck around his head like tendrils of a startled octopus.
It's been so long that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong.
Alec would have said he could have benefited from a bit more in the way of constructive cowardice.
I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it.
Sometimes you don't have to search out danger, sometimes danger finds you
A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?
He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.
It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy, just different.
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