Queen of Air and Darkness (The Dark Artifices, #3)

by Cassandra Clare

“Really?” Helen opened her mouth. Closed it again. Opened it. “But—darling—how? Without mundane medicine—” “I don’t know, but we should ask Magnus and Alec, because it seems to me that babies just fall from the sky when they’re around. Like toddler rain.”

magnus and alec just want to go on vacation and end up having another child to adopt

“It is a manticore,” said Mark, holding up a yellow balloon. “It’s a snake,” said Tavvy. “They’re all snakes.” “Nonsense,” said Mark, producing a green balloon. “This is a wingless, headless dragon. And this is a crocodile sitting on its feet.” Rafe looked sad. “Why does the dragon have no head?”

“I’ve got something important I have to do.”

is it a wedding. i feel like we’re having a wedding

“We could get married,” he said. “In warlock blue and Shadowhunter gold. The way we always wanted.”

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

‘Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him.’ ”

“Will you bring me one of those cat calendars of which I have grown fond? I would like to decorate the cottage.” “There are actually other kinds of calendars. Ones with otters and rabbits and puppies,” Mark said, grinning. Looking beatific, Kieran tipped his head back to see the stars. “This is truly a land of marvels.”

Magnus had grown up able to see the ocean, and he had once—only once—mentioned to Alec that he would like to be married within the sound of its waves.

“I have found him,” Alec said. “And I will not let him go.”

“I want you to bring me Clary Fairchild.”

WHAT FOR WHY