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He was tall, with tousled blond hair and a Shadowhunter’s build—broad shoulders, muscular arms, the black lines of the runic Marks they protected themselves with peeking out from the collar and cuffs of his shirt. His eyes were an unusual dark gold color. He wore a heavy silver ring on one finger, as many of the Shadowhunters did. He raised an eyebrow at Kit. “Like weapons, do you?” he said.
JACE
“What’s the Nephilim motto again?” “ ‘We are dust and shadows,’ ” said Ty, not looking up from his book. “Some of us are very handsome dust,” Jace added, as the door flew open and Clary stuck her head in. “Come to the library,” she announced. “The tentacle is starting to dissolve.” “You drive me wild with your sexy talk,” said Jace, pulling on his gear jacket.
I love Jace
“When a decision like that is made by a government, it emboldens those who are already prejudiced to speak their deepest thoughts of hate. They assume they are simply brave enough to say what everyone really thinks.”
Fiction is truth, even if it is not fact. If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.”
“Tell Julian thank you,” Arthur said, and shoved, hard. Kit fell into the whirling, soundless nothingness.
HES GOING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF
though there were valuable first editions of books in the enormous library, most of them had been scribbled in by some idiot named Will H.
Julian was the kind of person who could descend into Hell and come out with the devil himself owing him a favor.
“I can tell you exactly where it is,” said the girl standing by the fireplace. “It’s in Polperro.” Kit stared. He was absolutely sure she hadn’t been standing there a moment ago. She was blond, very young, and—translucent.
JESSIE
There were two height charts scribbled on the plaster, the kind you got by standing someone against a wall and drawing a line just above their head, with the date. One was marked Will Herondale, the other, James Carstairs.
“There’s something about a place you’ve been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone… they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul.”
“You may call me Shade,” he said. “It’s not my last name, but it will do.”
like the shades from TID???
“I see,” said a silky voice, “that I seem to have arrived here just in time.” Walking toward them was a tall man with short, black, spiked hair. He was clearly a warlock: His eyes were cat’s eyes, with slit pupils, green and gold. He wore a charcoal trench coat dramatically lined with red that swept out behind him when he walked. “Magnus Bane,” said Barnabas, with clear loathing. “The Ultimate Traitor.”
Annabel’s with all the force in her body, bringing the blades together with a massive, echoing clang. And the Mortal Sword shattered.
WHOA
Her feet left the ground, and for a moment she was truly beautiful, a Shadowhunter in full flowering glory, just before she landed lightly on the wooden floor at the dais’s edge and drove her jagged, broken half blade into Livvy’s heart.
NO
