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"“Long ago, Christopher Lightwood tried to create a gun that Shadowhunters could fire,” said Tessa. "

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"Jem said by that time it was already in pretty bad shape, but Tessa said she saw the house once “in its prime” at a ball, and then she blushed a little. Whatever happened during that ball must have been pretty impressive if she’s blushing about it 130 years later!"

Will Grayson u will always be famous

“Congratulations W&T, with love from Henry and Charlotte.”

"Hello, Sophie Lightwood, née Collins, my first true friend in London. You have been gone so long. And yet it also seems only a moment; I turn and see your graceful figure as you hurry down the hall with a basket in your arms, or the way you smiled when you said you were allowed to speak to Will however rudely you liked (and he did deserve it at the time!) or the way you laughed with Gideon over scones."

cassandra clare literally ruined my life, i cannot read a page of any of her books without bursting into tears

"but eventually it reacted near a particular book on one of the shelves built into the wall. We pulled it out and it seems to be a handwritten book, with a really elaborate stitched cover. It was called The Beautiful Cordelia and it’s by “L.H.” I would bet any amount of money “H” stands for Herondale"

"I believe in you, Emma. When I see you, I see Carstairs past; I see bravery, and the flame of Cortana. Remember that you are of the steel and temper of those who have gone before you. I hope that I will see you again soon, and that when I do I will have the strength to tell you of some of them, of a girl with fire-bright hair, and her brother, and those who came before and after them."

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Every single entry where I’d written my name as Mrs. Tatiana Herondale. Every bit where I wrote poetry about his absurdly blue eyes, how I shudder now to recall it!

I hate Will Herondale.

I hate Will Herondale.

I HATE Will Herondale.

How could I have ever felt anything but loathing for him, with his ridiculous name and his infernal Welsh accent and his preposterous handsome face! Ugh! The horrid monster read my old diary, OUT LOUD at the Institute Christmas party. On the stage, in the ballroom. To the entire Enclave.

"PS I just found out who Tatiana Lightwood thought was the cutest boy in London. Will Herondale. Wasn’t that the guy Tessa was married to, a long time ago? Would she think this was funny? I mean, it’s kind of funny. Always a Herondale, you know?"

sobbing sobbing

"It reminds me of the way James and Lucie used to ride on Will’s shoulders. I suppose times change, but children never do."

sobbing

“That’s right,’ Bean said. ‘He’ll be making a dash for it any moment. Keep your guns handy’
They sat there by the hole, waiting for the fox to come out.
And so far as I know, they are still waiting.”

“You must remember no one had eaten a thing for several days. They were ravenous. So for a while there was no conversation at all. There was only the sound of crunching and chewing as the animals attacked the succulent food.”

“Mr Fox gave a brilliant smile, flashing his white teeth. ‘My dear Rat,’ he said softly, ‘I am a hungry fellow and if you don’t hop it quickly I shall eat-you-up-in-one-gulp!”

“If they want to be horrible, let them,’ said Mr Fox. ‘We down here are decent peace-loving people.”

“Doesn’t this worry you just a tiny bit, Foxy?’
‘Worry me?’ said Mr Fox. ‘What?’
‘All this… this stealing.’
Mr Fox stopped digging and stared at Badger as though he had gone completely dotty. ‘My dear old furry frump,’ he said, ‘do you know anyone in the whole world who wouldn’t swipe a few chickens if his children”

“In this stillness we have a number of quiet moments when we can observe these beasts.
And what disgusting creatures they are. They are British eccentrics of the darkest, smelliest kind – filthy, hairy grotesqueries – crackling with the energy of rabid rats.”

“(Acting terrified.) No one would have believed in the early years of the twenty-first century – that man could be so despicable to a monkey. Until this moment – my family and I have been incarcerated here in this terrible cage – trapped in this putrid garden – forced often to stand on our monkey heads… by ‘them’.
MONKEY DAD (again as Richard). By these ghastly people.

no one writes romantasy the way stephanie and cassandra do!

“The world follows its own course,” he said. “Each possesses his own thoughts, each treads his own path. So it is with your mother, and so it is with your starling. As it is with everyone. The world follows its own course.”

“He was delighted to find me lost in my book. Seeing how happy he was made me feel a little happier. No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others.”

“ “Our worlds are all jumbled together—your world, my world, the sheep man’s world. Sometimes they overlap and sometimes they don’t. That’s what you mean, right?”

“The sheep man has his world. I have mine. And you have yours, too. Am I right?
“That you are.”
So just because I don’t exist in the sheep man’s world, it doesn’t mean that I don’t exist at all.”

“Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don’t want to do?”

i'm craving for an all consuming romantasy BUT I CANNOT FIND ONE

“Ma foi,” said M. Bouc with violence. “But does everybody on this train tell lies?”
“That,” said Poirot, “is what we are about to find out.”