(...)I don't know who I am. I look like Stephen Herondale, and I act like a Lightwood and I talk like my father- like Valentine. So I see myself in your eyes and i try to be that person and I think faith might be enough to make me who you wnat me to be." (Jace, to Clary)
Cassandra ClareBlack for hunting through the night For death and mourning the color's white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown And red to call the enchantment down White silk when our bodies burn Blue banners when the lost return Flame for the birth of a Nephilim And to wash away our sins. Gray for the knowledge best untold Bone for those who don't grow old Saffron lights the victory march Green to mend our broken hearts Silver for the demon towers And bronze to summon wicked powers -Shadowhunter children's rhyme
Cassandra ClareAdmiring yourself?โ The Inquisitorโs voice but through his reverie. โYou wont look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you.โ โYou do seem obsessed with my looks.โ Jace turned away from the mirror with some relief. โCould it be that all this is because youโre attracted to me?
Cassandra ClareIn the end it was Shadowhunting they had bonded overโa shared love of sharp-edged weapons, gleaming seraph blades, the painful pleasure of burning Marks, the thought-numbing swiftness of battle. When Alec had wanted to go out hunting alone with Jace, leaving Izzy behind, Jace had spoken up for her: โWe need her with us; sheโs the best there is. Aside from me, of course.โ She had loved him just for that.
Cassandra ClareYou point your feet out too much when you walk,โ Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. โCamille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duckโ โI do not walk like a duck.โ โI like ducks,โ Jem observed diplomatically. โEspecially the ones in Hyde Park.
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