Get over here. Sheldon's had an idea."
"Who's Sheldon?", said Isabelle.
Mots clés isabelle-lightwood the-mortal-instruments magnus-bane cassandra-clare city-of-lost-souls
How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.
Cassandra ClareMots clés the-mortal-instruments cassandra-clare max-lightwood city-of-lost-souls maryse-lightwood
She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn't be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.
Cassandra ClareMots clés clary-fray the-mortal-instruments doubts cassandra-clare city-of-lost-souls
I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.
Cassandra ClareMots clés love unrequited-love the-mortal-instruments magnus-bane alec-lightwood bromance
You asked me who I belong to. I belong to you.
Cassandra ClareMots clés clary-fray the-mortal-instruments tmi city-of-lost-souls sebastian-morgenstern cols
Jordan followed, buttoning his jeans and muttering about how there was nothing strange about having a pattern of dancing penguins on your underwear.
Cassandra ClareMots clés the-mortal-instruments city-of-lost-souls
He could bring a six-foot tall pink rabbit in a bikini back home with him if he wanted to. It’s not my business. But if you’re asking me if I’ve brought any girls back here, the answer is no. I don’t want anybody but you.
Cassandra ClareMots clés the-mortal-instruments city-of-lost-souls
There are ways in which we’re so alike. We’re reckless. We don’t think before we act. We’ll do anything for people we love. And I never thought how scary that was for the people who loved me until I saw
Cassandra ClareMots clés clary-fray jace-wayland the-mortal-instruments tmi cassandra-clare jace-lightwood city-of-lost-souls jace-herondale cols
To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed
Cassandra ClareMots clés the-mortal-instruments jace-herondale
Jace,” she said. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.” Jace’s eyes were blazing, and even though his hands were stuffed into his pockets, she could see that they were knotted into fists.
Mots clés clary jace clary-fray jace-wayland the-mortal-instruments city-of-ashes jace-herondale clarissa-fray
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