There is a coldness to the Clave, it is true. We are dust and shadows. But you are like the heroes of ancient times, like Achilles and Jason.โ โAchilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes; the Angel knows why anyone would want to be one.
Cassandra ClareWhat did Isabelle want?" Jace asked. Alec hesitated. "Isabelle says the Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with us." "Sure," said Magnus. "And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour." Alec looked puzzled. "Who's Madonna?" "Who's the Queen of the Seelie Court?" said Clary. "She is the Queen of Faerie," said Magnus. "Well, the local one, anyway." Jace put his head in his hands. "Tell Isabelle no." "But she thinks it's a good idea," Alec protested. "Then tell her no twice.
Cassandra ClareEverything we need to know is locked up in your head, under those pretty red curls." Clary reached up to touch her hair protectively. "I dont think-" "So what are you going to do?" Simon asked sharply. "Cut her head open to get at it?
Cassandra ClareTheyโre not hideous,โ said Tessa. Will blinked at her. โWhat?โ โGideon and Gabriel,โ said Tessa. โTheyโre really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.โ โI spoke,โ said Will, in sepulchral tones, โof the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.โ Tessa snorted. โAnd what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?โ โMauve,โ said Will.
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