He's a cousin of some friends of the Lightwoods or something. He's nice. I promise." "Nice, bah. He's gorgeous." Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things." "No. You can't have him." "Why not? Do you like him?" Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.
Cassandra ClareYou know what the worst thing I can imagine is? Simon had said. Not trusting someone I love.
Cassandra ClareAlec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like "ducking glass mole.
Cassandra ClareYouโre my sister,โ he said finally. โMy sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect youโโhe laughed soundlessly and without any humorโโto protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do.
Cassandra ClareAt the time I thought what I had with you and your mother was better than nothing. But if you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.
Cassandra ClareA parabatai. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabatai whose other half was dead. He felt his sympathy leap toward Brother Zachariah, as he imagined himself without Alec, with only that faded rune to remind him where once he had been bonded to someone who knew all the best and worst parts of his soul.
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