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The Law is annoying, but it is flexible.
Never has it helped me. The runes of the Angel are lies cast into the teeth of Heaven.”
“I will not feed him to a tree, as is done in the Unseelie Court with unruly children,” Mark promised. “That’s a relief,” Julian said dryly.
“An afternoon in their own home is not exactly the same as being kidnapped by cannibalistic faerie predators.” “We didn’t eat people,” Mark said indignantly. “At least not to my knowledge.”
If you needed magic done, you hired a nice, Clave-approved warlock.
“These kind of rhymes, in Faerie, often encode a spell—like the ballad of ‘Thomas the Rhymer.’ It is both a story and instructions on how to break someone free of Faerie.”
“Not giving him booze, are you?” Emma said. “He’s a little young for it.”
“Well, either you’ve been out fighting the forces of evil or you’ve come from a much wilder party than we have,” Jace said. “Hello, there, Blackthorns.”
If you try to cure evil with evil you will add more pain to your fate,’” said Arthur.
There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.
“The stars will go out before I forget you, Mark Blackthorn.”
“Because he is a Herondale,” said Jem. “And the Carstairs owe the Herondales.” A faint shudder went through Emma. Her father had spoken the same words to her, many times.
“Water washes, and tall ships founder, and deep death waits” is from Swinburne’s “Hymn to Proserpine.”
