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“Lucie, if you can hear me—I’m here. I’m taking care of you.”
“I am somewhat insulted,” Magnus said, “that you went to Malcolm Fade to seek his advice on what to do about Jesse, and did not come to me. Usually I am the warlock you annoy first, and I consider that a proud tradition.”
You love as your father loves: wholly, without conditions or hesitancy. To use that as a weapon is blasphemy.
“If she does, you’ll go away quietly and leave them to their happiness. Believe me, I am well acquainted with the self-sacrificing nature of Herondale men.
“Christopher, apart from providing the reassurance of an authoritative male presence—” “What ho!” put in Christopher, looking pleased. “—is my little brother and must do what I say,”
“Nothing will stop the Herondales’ Christmas party,” Christopher said. “Even a Prince of Hell would balk before Uncle Will’s capacity for making merry.
“Are you in love with James, then?” “Well. We are married.” “That’s not really an answer,”
We are married, and we will remain married, and in love, until the stars burn out of the sky.”
They were always touching—Alastair straightening Thomas’s tie, Thomas ruffling Alastair’s hair—much to Sona’s amusement.
Thomas would be joining Alastair to live at Cornwall Gardens. (Thomas still remembered Alastair asking him if he would like it if they lived together; Alastair had been clearly terrified that Thomas would say no, and Thomas had had to kiss him and kiss him until he was pushed up against a wall and breathless before he finally believed that Thomas’s answer was yes.)
🎵And historians will call them close friends, besties, roommates, colleagues, anything but lovers🎵
“So no, I do not feel sorrow, for all I went through brought me to where we are now. To you. We have been in the crucible, and come out as gold.”
