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Whatever you do just don’t think about the fact that Max would have been the main character of TWP if only he wasn’t brutally murdered
Izzy, looking into a mirror: Mirror mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?
Magnus, walking by: It’s me, bitch!
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Clary Fairchild
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"We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss."
- Brother Zachariah, City of Heavenly Fire
"But if you don't tell me when people say things like that to you, or do things to hurt you, then how can I help you?"
"Iz. It's not like it's one big bad thing. It's a lot of little invisible things.
When Magnus and I were traveling, and I'd call Dad from the road, Dad never asked how he was.
When I get up to talk on Clave meetings, no one listens, and I don't know if it's because I'm young or if it's because of something else.
I saw Mom talking to a friend about her grandchildren and the second I walked into the room they shut up.
Irina Cartwright told me it was a pity no one would ever inherit my blue eyes now.
It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's a million little paper cuts every day."
“He would burn down the whole world just to dig you out of the ashes.”
Cassandra Clare City of Lost Souls
Magnus opened the box, took some tacks, and used them to fix the paper he had been looking at to the table. When he glanced up and saw Alec's expression, he did a double take. "Are you okay?" Instead of replying, Alec reached down and took Magnus' hands. Magnus let Alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, Alec drew him closer and kissed him. Magnus made a soft, pleased sound, and gripped the back of Alec's shirt, rucking it up, his fingers cool on Alec's spine. Alec leaned into him, pinning Magnus between the table and his own body. Not that Magnus seemed to mind. "Come on," Alec said against Magnus' ear, "It's late, let's go to bed." Magnus bit his lip and glanced over his shoulder at the papers on the table.
Cassandra Clare - City Of Lost Souls [Page 52]
City Of Bones
