The Red Scrolls of Magic (The Eldest Curses, #1)

by Cassandra Clare

Each time he finished a postcard, Alec wrote Wish you were here at the end. And each time, Magnus snatched the card and wrote, with a flourish, Except not really.

A warrior chosen by angels and a well-dressed demon’s child, in love and intent on adventure through Europe. What could go wrong?

Alec kissed as he did all things, so dedicated and wholehearted he swept Magnus away.

Magnus had a hard-won high opinion of himself, and he had an even higher opinion of Alec.

Alec was not very good at conversations, especially awkward conversations about feelings—that is, all conversations about feelings—and

“Telling the truth makes me happy,” Alec said. “Magnus makes me happy. I don’t care if it’s difficult.”

Sometimes, love worked, past any hope of change, when no other force in this world could. Without love, the miracle never came.

Magnus was very experienced in treating the Nephilim. Since Shadowhunters, however loving, were all reckless lunatics.

Shinyun looked at Alec, who said in a deadpan voice, “Many a mission to end a great evil has failed because of low blood sugar.” “You do listen when I talk!” exclaimed Magnus.

Sometimes the tenderness he felt for Alec actually hurt.

Magnus is killing meeee

My boyfriend is a Shadowhunter, for heaven’s sake. Literally, for heaven’s sake.”

they both knew the worst tragedies were born of love.

Actually, he would much rather have been abandoned in hostile territory than left to stand around at a party.

Alec gets me

“I’m not gay,” said Raphael. “I’m not straight. I’m not interested.” “Your sexuality is ‘not interested’?” Alec asked curiously. Raphael said, “That’s right.”

When Jace and Alec were little, Jace had done a lot of hostile hanging around him, hoping to be noticed and loved.

Alec had always believed in the Law, but if the Law didn’t shield Magnus, the Law should be changed.

Everything is okay UNTIL YOU TOUCH MAGNUS

this one is for the lovers! Or people with friends who will dance with them. Some of us are lonely jerks, and we’ll be doing shots at the bar.”

I love DJ Bat

“I’ve changed my mind,” Catarina announced. She put her arm around Alec’s neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I like you.” “Oh,” said Alec, looking baffled. “Thanks.” “Please take care of Magnus,” Catarina added. “I try,” said Alec. Catarina gave Magnus a delighted look over Alec’s shoulder. “At last,” she murmured. “A keeper.”

Perhaps all love sailed too close to madness. The deeper the love, the more dangerous.

He whispered, “Wait.” Magnus pulled back instantly, his heart pounding. He held up both hands and then put them behind his back. “Of course,” he said. “We can wait as long as you want.”

Jace was so sad before the war, I thought he must have a forbidden love. I just didn’t think it was Clary, for obvious reasons. I thought it was that vampire.”

JIMON LIVES

“Sorry. I think maybe I’m just not very romantic. I’ve never understood why people get so worked up about relationships.”

Two books later she's married and living in a secluded island in siberia

Alec’s first impulse was to run and jump out the window.

“Excuse me.” “What!” Helen seemed to notice her for the first time. Their eyes met. “Hey,” said Aline. There was a momentary pause. “Hi,” said Helen. More silence followed.

Awkward lesbians are the realest lesbians #FutureWives

“You see . . . ,” Magnus said, “the thing is . . . I don’t want the world. The world’s a mess. I can’t even keep my apartment organized. I’m still cleaning glitter out of the lampshades after my cat’s birthday party, and that was months ago.”

One day he would follow the rules again. When the rules were changed.

“If you mean it like I think you mean it,” said Helen. “If you mean a real date. With me.” “Yes,” said Aline, clearly abandoning any idea of playing it cool. “Yes, yes, yes, a real date. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, Helen Blackthorn. And you fight like poetry. When you talked about your family, you made me want to cry. So let’s get coffee, or dinner, or we could go on a weekend trip to Florence. Wait, no, or I could say something more suave and sophisticated than that. I’ll read some romantic books and learn to phrase things better. I’m so sorry.”

I don’t need Paris, or Venice, or Rome. I just want you.”