Lord of Shadows (The Dark Artifices, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“If Annabel is angry at Shadowhunters,” said Livvy, “it seems to me she has good reason.”

Cariño uwu

She liked mice, despite Church’s deep-seated antagonism toward them.

Amo a esta mujer

how she wished to teach at the Academy someday.

A hint?

“I think you cannot root out love entirely. I think where there has been love, there will always be embers, as the remains of a bonfire outlast the flame.”

Where he could hear the sea, as he could hear it now. And where he could see Emma, always Emma, the better, brighter half of him, who tempered his ruthlessness, who forced him to acknowledge the light when he saw only darkness.

“You’re good at giving me ideas.

“I’ll know.” Ty paused in his murmuring. “I don’t mind,” he said, “if it’s you.”

“Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt.”

“Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns.”

“where have I to go?” “People often run even when they have nowhere to go,” said Cristina. “It is all about what you can bear in the place where you are.”

He didn’t know how Julian had done it all those years: how you were supposed to be strong for other people when you didn’t know how to be strong for yourself.

Julian pulled his brother toward him into a hard hug.

I think the relationship between mark and jules is underrated

“You can’t help the past. We grow up with losses, all of us except the supremely lucky.”

“This arrowhead once tipped the weapon of a soldier in the King’s Guard of the Unseelie Court.”

the fan that spun its lazy blades over his head.

“Because when this universe was born, when it blasted into existence in fire and glory, everything that would ever exist was created. Our souls are made of that fire and glory, of the atoms of it, the fragments of stars. Everyone’s are, but I believe ours, yours and mine, are made from the dust of the same star. That’s why we’ve always been drawn to each other like magnets, all our lives. All the pieces of us belong together.”

It had made him understand why the Greeks had believed love was an arrow that tore through your body and left a blazing trail of longing behind.

It is much more painful to believe that your love was always a lie.”

His bronze hair was short and curling, giving him the look of a Greek kouros.

“I had thought the world’s hand turned against me, but as I read the letter, I

‘you, boy, who owe everything to a name.’

He felt instead a pleasant anticipation of getting through this Council meeting and going home—back to Los Angeles—where he could start his training and have the twins to help him through the rough parts. “Friends always.”

That hurts man

and handsome, older-looking Ty left him a bit tongue-tied.