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April 10 - April 15, 2018
While Jem would have given every cold tomorrow he had for one more day with a warm heart, to love them as he once had.
He had not wanted to die, but he would have chosen death rather than the awful severing from love and warmth.
It seemed impossible to stay anything like human, in among the bones and endless dark.
He would not accept that parting. My Will. Those words meant something different to Jem than to anyone else, meant: my defiance against encroaching dark. My rebellion. Mine, forever.
Maybe Jonathan would have a parabatai one day, to teach him the kind of man he wanted to be.
Isabelle turned to Alec, confident he would share her sense of deep betrayal at this unfairness,
He put his hand lightly on Jonathan’s shoulder as he spoke.
Wayland went perfectly still at his touch, as if he was afraid the tiniest movement would scare Alec away.
Alec was an honest soul.
“Being parabatai is a little old-fashioned, isn’t it? Besides, I don’t like the idea of giving up my independence. Before I am my parents’ daughter or my brothers’ sister, I am my own. I’m already a lot of people’s something. I don’t need to be anyone else’s anything, not for a long time. You know?”
“I applied to the Iron Sisters, but they sent me a hurtful and sexist refusal.”
Life is not a boat, bearing us far away on a cruel, relentless tide from all we love. You are not lost to me on some forever distant shore. Life is a wheel.
If life is a wheel, it will bring you back to me. All I must do is keep faith.
Was he really suggesting they go have sex? Like right then, in the middle of her shift? Or maybe he meant something else. She took another look at him. Nope, probably not.
And right then, Kaye realized two things. One was that Shadowhunters might be good at killing things, but their dating lives were a mess. And the other was that she was going to love owning a coffee shop.