Keri

“That is love, son of thorns. We welcome its cruelest blows and when we bleed from them, we whisper our thanks.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Whoa, sexy weirdness,” said Emma. “This may be more sexy weirdness than I can handle.”
“It is not weird!”
“It is,” said Emma. “You are headed for a faerie threesome. Or some kind of war.”
“Emma!”
“Hot faerie threesome,” said Emma cheerfully. “I can say I knew you when.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“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.
"Adults," said Kit, with some disgust, and stalked out of the room. To Emma's amusement, Ty and Livvy were instantly on their feet, following him.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Remember, Mark is in charge.”
“Does he know that?” said Livvy.
Julian sought Mark in the crowd on the steps. He was standing with his hands behind his back, exchanging a mistrustful look with a carved stone gnome. “Your pretense does not fool me, gnome,” he muttered. “My eye will be upon you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows