When I was a little kid, I realized that if you say any word over and over fast enough, it loses all it's meaning.
Cassandra ClareSomething snapped inside Maryse. โHe is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. Heโs my son.
Cassandra ClareThereโs more to honesty than โฆ than an arrangement of words. They say faeries canโt lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor โ
Cassandra ClareSimon turned to Jordan, who was lying down across the futon, his head propped against one of the woven throw pillows. "How much of that did you hear?" "Enough to gather that we're going to a party tonight," said Jordan. "I heard about the Ironworks event. I'm not in the Garroway pack, so I wasn't invited." "I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone back into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We'd better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty.
Cassandra ClareIt is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understandโa boy who is not quite white and not quite foreign either." "Just as I am not human, and not demon either," Tessa said softly. His eyes softened. "You are human," he said. "Never think you are not. I have seen you with your brother; I know how you care for him. If you can feel hope, guilt, sorrow, loveโthen you are human.
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