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February 9 - February 12, 2019
“Meanwhile,” Simon added, “I wanted to tell you that lately I’ve been cross-dressing. Also, I’m sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know.”
something that reminded Clary of documentaries she’d watched about lions on the Discovery Channel,
The only time people turned to watch her go by was when she hurtled past them as she fell downstairs.
“You seem to be a mundane like any other mundane, yet you can see me. It’s a conundrum.”
Many mundanes have the sight though??
Jace with white feathered wings sprouting out of his back,
Simon with crosses burned into the palms of his hands.
“Alec?” he said. “Is that you?”
"Will? Will, is that you?"
“Most people don’t cry when they’re upset or frightened, but rather when they’re frustrated.
The legend of the origin of Shadowhunters is that they were created more than a thousand years ago, when humans were being overrun by demon invasions from other worlds. Jonathan Shadowhunter, the first of the Nephilim, summoned the Angel Raziel, who mixed some of his own blood with the blood of men in a cup, and gave it to those men to drink. Those who drank the Angel’s blood became Shadowhunters, as did their children and their children’s children.
“Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn’t make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”
“The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.”
“If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you’d be twice as funny as you are.”
The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love,”
He cut his glance toward Jace, who was walking a few paces ahead of them, apparently conversing with the cat. Clary wondered what they were talking about. Politics? Opera? The high price of tuna?
“Dear God,” said Jace, “the dread hour is nigh.”
“That’s why it’s generally better not to ask him anything unless you know you can stand to hear the answer.”
“I’d stay unconscious if I were her,” Isabelle muttered.
“You’ve hardly eaten anything—,”
If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you’d have forever.
“The Silent Brothers make him nervous.”
But Jem...
“It seems to me,” Clary said with an edge to her voice, “that no one the Clave thinks is dead is ever actually dead. Maybe they should invest in dental records.” “My father’s dead,” said Jace, the same edge in his voice. “I don’t need dental records to tell me that.”
He looks more like a rat.”
“Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt,”
“I can’t help it. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain.”
Nothing from Earth can pass through the wardings between the worlds.
There used to be only small demon invasions into this world, easily contained.
NEPHILIM: FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNO.
“It means ‘Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of Our Enemies Since 1234.’ ”
The descent into Hell is easy.
After a moment she followed, knocking Jace’s outstretched hand aside as she went.
How exhausting, Clary thought, to fight all your life and then be expected to continue that fight even when your life was over.
“Magnus Bane? But—that’s not even a name!”
Rather bold assumption
I was laughing at you because declarations of love amuse me, especially when unrequited.
Valentine, with his cold, fine-featured face, looked absolutely unlike her own father, with his open smile and the bright hair she’d inherited.
that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”
‘To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune. To lose both looks like carelessness.’ ”
“If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you’d have died in childhood,”
“The Angel gave three items to the first Shadowhunters. A cup, a sword, and a mirror. The Silent Brothers have the sword; the cup and the mirror were in Idris, at least until Valentine came along.”
“In the name of the Clave,” he said, “I ask entry to this holy place. In the name of the Battle That Never Ends, I ask the use of your weapons. And in the name of the Angel Raziel, I ask your blessings on my mission against the darkness.”
“There were some boys, once, a group of friends. They thought they had a good idea, to go into the hotel and kill the monsters inside. They took guns with them, knives too, all blessed by a priest. They never came out. My aunt, she found their clothes later, in front of the house.”
His fingers were cold.
“We must go that way, toward the stairs. They are up on the higher floors of the hotel. You will see.”
As Raphael glanced back down, a scar at the base of his throat, very white against his brown skin, flashed like a winking
When she glanced back just for a moment, she saw Jace turning away as if the brightness of the rising sun hurt his eyes.
“No. I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it’s less of a threshold and more of a large and tastefully decorated foyer.
“Oh!” said Clary, and looked up to find Jace watching her.
Only Jace, Clary thought, could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will.
“Where there is feeling that is not requited,” said Hodge, “there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.”
The good things you do don’t cancel out the bad ones.
Maybe she’s a demon,
Warlock is more likely
