I donโt want to be Nephilim,โ said Jace. โI want to be something else. Stronger, faster, better than human. But different. Not subservient to the Laws of an angel who couldnโt care less about us. Free.โ He ran his hand through a curl of her hair. โIโm happy now, Clary. Doesnโt that make a difference?
Cassandra ClareYou're the first Shadowhunter I've ever met." โThatโs too bad,โ said Jace, โsince all the others you meet from now on will be a terrible letdown.
Cassandra ClareIt is what is left to him," said Will. "Do you not recall what he says to Lucie? 'If it had been possible... that you could have returned the love of the man you see before yourself- flung away, wasted, drunken, poor creature of misure as you know him to be- he would have been conscious this day and hour, in spite of his happiness, that he would bring you misery, bring you to sorrow and repetance, blight you, disgrace you, pull you down with him
Cassandra ClarePerhaps he's in love with Agatha," she said. "I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.
Cassandra ClareWhat you said was true. we don't live or love in a vacuum. There are people around us who care about us who would be hurt, maybe destroyed if we let ourselves feel what we might want to feel.
Cassandra ClareWhat are you? The voice came from nowhere. It was in the room. It was outside. It was in Magnus's head. "A warlock," Magnus answered. "And what are you?" We are many. "Please do not say you are a legion. Someone's taken that." Do you make mirth from mundane scriptures, warlock? "Just breaking the ice
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