Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear that burden, so they don’t have to, in a situation where telling them will change nothing.

There was a man once who said that mothers carry the key of our souls with them all our lives. But you threw mine away

That was the justice of Heaven. I trust that you are not dismayed.

I saw you in the library. With—” “ Colonel Mustard?

He produced a handkerchief—crisply folded—and handed it to her. She took it with silent astonishment. She’d never before known anyone who carried a handkerchief.

Coaxing drunken Shadowhunters into making fools of themselves was a favorite occupation among the Downworlders, and this performance had been a tremendous success.

OR am I the only warlock you know?" "No... but you are the only warlock we know who happens to dating a friend of ours.