Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy

by Cassandra Clare

long as he could always find people who spoke the language of his soul, he would never be alone.

As long as Simon didn’t think about the past, the past couldn’t hurt him.

“Love, real love, is being seen. Being known. Knowing the ugliest part of someone, and loving them anyway. And . . . I guess I think two people in love become something else, something more than the sum of their parts, you know? That it must be like you’re creating a new world that exists just for the two of you. You’re gods of your own pocket universe.”

“Can you be a shield for the weak, a light in the dark, a truth among falsehoods, a tower in the flood, an eye to see when all others are blind?”