Eirini

“Fine,” Emma said. She strode over to the corner and picked up the tapestry of Alec. “But I’m keeping this.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“Take care, mèi mei.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“Why all these paintings of you? Because I'm an artist, Emma. These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“When he faced her again, he had never looked to her so much like one of the Fair Folk. His eyes were full of feral amusement, a carelessness that spoke of a world where there was no human Law. He seemed to bring the wildness of Faerie into the room with him: a cold, sweet magic that was nevertheless a bitter at the roots.

The storm calls you as it calls me, does it not?

He held out a hand to her, half-beckoning, half-offering.

"Why lie?" he said.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight