The Lost Book of the White (The Eldest Curses, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“Can we see the glowing fissure in your chest?” Simon asked. “Simon, it’s rude to bring up glowing fissures in other people’s chests,” said Clary.

No gift was worth accepting chains as well.

“We’re not married,” he said apologetically as he strapped the sword to his back. “You’re not married yet,” Isabelle piped up. Gan Jiang laughed. “Do you see rings on our hands? And yet Mo Ye and I have been married since before the sea was salt.” He leaned into Alec. “Stay with him,” he said in a confidential tone.

“He said—she called me—they said I was cursed.” Ragnor came closer. “And do you always let other people tell you what you are?” Magnus was silent. “Because they will always try,” said Ragnor.

Sometimes there was a no-win situation, where your only choice appeared to be between dying one way and dying a different way.

“life seems to me to be a matter of choosing love, over and over, even knowing that it makes you vulnerable, that it might hurt you later. Or even sooner. You just have no choice. You choose to love or you choose to live in an empty world with no one there but you. And that seems like a truly terrible way to spend eternity.”

It feels so different now, with Max. My responsibility to him is so huge, so much bigger than any responsibility I’ve felt before.” “Yep!” said Catarina, folding her arms. “We call that ‘being a parent.’ ”