From the Bookshelf of The one who reads several books…

“If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do,” said Magnus, still looking at Alec, “you will never learn from your mistakes.”

“If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do,” said Magnus, still looking at Alec, “you will never learn from your mistakes.”

“Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.”

“It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.”

'Exotic and gritty, exhilarating and utterly gripping, Cassandra Clare's ferociously entertaining fantasy takes readers on a wild ride that they will never want to end.'

“Demons,” drawled the blond boy, tracing the word on the air with his finger. “Religiously defined as hell’s denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purposes of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension—”

“The night had gotten even hotter, and running home felt like swimming as fast as she could through boiling soup.”

It was crouched against the floor, a long, scaled creature with a cluster of flat black eyes set dead center in the front of its domed skull. Something like a cross between an alligator and a centipede, it had a thick, flat snout and a barbed tail that whipped menacingly from side to side. Multiple legs bunched underneath it as it readied itself to spring.

“What do you want?"
"Just coffee. Black - like my soul.”

Clary let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“You may be the only guy my age I’ve ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it’s in Earl Grey tea.”

"His arm was lightly muscled and downed with golden hairs fine as pollen."

“My eyes are usually described as golden,” Jace told the intercom. “And luminous.”

Madame Dorothea shot him a dark look. “If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you’d be twice as funny as you are.”

“Yes, well,” Jace said, with a supercilious look, “I’m not like other guys.”

“That's why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don't say anything, they just nod. The nod means, 'I' am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,' but they don't say anything because they're Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.”

“Jocelyn recognized reading as a sacred pastime and usually wouldn’t interrupt Clary in the middle of a book, even to yell at her.”

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“Because she loves you,” said Valentine.



“Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other.”

Clary and Jace have met each other for a few days.

I bet you they don't even know each other's favourite colour.

Love already?

I don't even want to go into Clary and Jace being siblings. It's just too much.

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“So they’re good enough to let live, good enough to make your food for you, good enough to flirt with—but not really good enough? I mean, not as good as people.”

"She looked like a moon goddess. Clary hated her."

“She’d never understood why some girls felt the need to smell like dessert.”

“It’s a chakram,” said Jace, looking up as Clary came into the room. “A Sikh weapon. You whirl it around your index finger before releasing it. They’re rare and hard to use. ”

“Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission."
"Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered.
"Selling them on what?"
Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.”

“The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”