His eyes were steady and blue; they were everything Will was: true and tender, sharp and witty, loving and kind. "Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.
Cassandra ClareThere are some things you never forget. The runes of the Book are more than illustrations. They become part of you. Part of your skin. Being a Shadowhunter never leaves you. It’s a gift that’s carried in your blood, and you can no more change it than you can change your blood type.
Cassandra ClareTags: the-mortal-instruments tmi city-of-ashes
Los vampiros," she whispered.
"Oh God, not the bloody vampires again," said Magnus. "No pun intended.
Go to faeries for gossip about vampires, to werewolves for gossip about faeries, and do not gossip about werewolves, because they try to bite your face off: that was Magnus's motto.
Cassandra ClareMagnus did not like to go near the Hotel Dumont if he could help it. It was decrepit and unsettling, it held bad memories, and it also occasionally held his evil former lady love.
Cassandra ClareMagnus had often thought of getting a pet, but he had never considered acquiring a sullen teenage vampire. Once Raphael was gone, he thought, he was getting a cat. And he would always throw his cat a birthday party.
Cassandra ClareHow many times have I told you, Magnus? Behave professionaly in a professional setting. Which means no being rude to Nephilim, and also no getting attached to Nephilim."
"I never get attached to Nephilim!" Magnus protested.
Ragnor coughed, and in the midst of the cough said something that sounded like "blerondale."
"Well," said Magnus. "Hardly ever.
You don’t sound very patriotic,” observed Tessa.
“Weren’t you just reminiscing about the mountains?”
“Patriotic?” Will looked smug.
“I’ll tell you what’s patriotic,” he said.
“In honor of my birthplace, I’ve the dragon of Wales tattooed on my—”
“You’re in a charming temper, aren’t you, William?” interrupted Jem,
though there was no edge to his voice.
Tags: will-herondale tessa-gray tid
They landed at Simon's feet. "Take your clothes and go!" Isabelle shouted.
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
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