Quotes by Cassandra Clare

He is a Shadowhunter,” said Jocelyn. “His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.”“He’s my friend,” said Magnus coldly. “His loyalty is to me.

Isabelle, she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, your loyalty to your friend is understandable --Hes not my friend. Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. Hes my brother.

You are a Lightwood, Cecily said. You stayed because you were loyal to your family name. It is not cowardice.Wasnt it? Is loyalty still a commendable quality when it is misdirected?Cecily opened her mouth, then closed it again. Gabriel was looking for her, his eyes shining in the moonlight. He seemed genuinely desperate to hear her answer. She wondered if he had anyone else to talk to. She could see how it might be terrifying to take ones moral qualms to Gideon; he seemed so staunch, as if he never questioned himself in his life and would not understand those who did.I think, she said, choosing her words with care, that any good impulse can be twisted into something evil. Look at the Magister. He does what he does because he hates the Shadowhunters, out of loyalty to his parents, who cared for him, and who were killed. It is not beyond the realm of understanding. And yet nothing excuses the result. I think when we make choices-for each choice is individual of the choices we have made before-we must examine not only our reasons for making them but what result they will have, and whether good people will be hurt by our decisions.

All my life, since I came to the institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace, When you are gone from me, who will see me like that? There was a silence then, Jem stood as still as a statue. With his gaze WIll searched for, and found, the parabatai rune on Jems shoulder; like is own, it had faded to a pale white. At last Jem spoke. The cool remoteness had left his voice. Will breathed in hard, remembering how much that voice had shaped the years of his growing up, its steady kindness a lighthouse beacon in the dark. Have faith in yourself. You can be your own mirror.

They had met at a club fifteen years before, Etta and Magnus. He had convinced her to dance with him, and she said she had been in love by the end of the song. He told her he had been in love before the beginning.

Youre not gay, are you?Simons greenish color deepened. If I were, I would dress better.

Isabelle snorted. All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.You noticed said Simon.I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual, added Magnus.Please never say those words in front of my parents, said Alec. Especially my father.I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out, Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was — as he often was — scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn’t an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec’s answer than he would have been otherwise.My mother seems to have accepted it, Alec said. But my father — no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. Turned you gay? She sounded incredulous. Alec, you didn’t tell me that.I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider, said Simon.Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. I’ve read Magnus’s stash of comics, said Alec, so I actually know what you’re talking about A small smile played around his mouth. So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?Only if it was a really gay spider, said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. Ow, okay, never mind.

Iz, Alec said tiredly. Its not like its one big bad thing. Its a lot of little invisible things. When Magnus and I were traveling, and Id call from the road, Dad never asked how he was. When I get up to talk in Clave meetings, no one listens, and I dont know if thats because Im young or if its 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. He shrugged and looked toward Magnus, who took a hand off the wheel for a moment to place it on Alecs. Its not like a stab wound you can protect me from. Its a million little paper cuts every day.

Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider, said Simon.

scrub oak trees. Kieran was leaning against him, pinning him to the tree, and they were kissing. Cristina hesitated a moment, blood rising into her face, but it was clear Mark wasn’t being touched against his will. Mark’s hands were tangled in Kieran’s hair, and he was kissing him as fiercely as if he were starving. Their bodies were pressed together tightly; nevertheless, Kieran clutched at Mark’s waist, his hands moving restlessly, desperately, as if he could pull Mark closer still. They slid up, pushing Mark’s jacket off his shoulders, stroking the skin at the edge of his collar. He made a low keening sound, like a cry of grief, deep in his throat, and broke away. He was staring at Mark, his gaze as hungry as it was hopeless. Never had a faerie looked so human to Cristina as Kieran did then. Mark looked back at him, eyes wide, shining in the moonlight. A shared look of love and longing and terrible sadness. It was too much. It had already been too much: Cristina knew she shouldn’t have been watching them but she hadn’t been able to stop, mingled shock and fascination rooting her to the spot. And desire. There was desire, too. Whether for Mark, or for both of them, or just for the idea of wanting someone so much, she wasn’t sure. She moved back, her heart pounding, about to pull the

Isabelle snorted. All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you , Simon.You noticed. said Simon.I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual, added Magnus.Please never say those words in front of my parents, said Alec. Especially my father.

Guys dont let other guys keep calling other guys. Okay that came out wrong.

As long as I can dream, I will dream of you.

The moon was wide—too wide and too close. Mentally, Simon told the moon to stop being so close and bright and that it should just generally shut up with the mooniness.

Are you in fashion? You look like youre in fashion.No, [Magnus] said. I am fashion.

You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.” “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.” “There are worse things,” Magnus observed.

The rich bought wonderful clothes you recognized. The richest had their pople go to Paris and buy the entire new collection that no one outside of the fashion house has seen.

Magnus had animated one of his magnificent Chinese fans, and it flapped ineffectively at him, barely stirring the breeze. It was, if he was completely honest with himself (and he did not want to be), a bit too hot for this new striped blue-and-rose-colored coat, made of taffeta and satin, and the silk faille waistcoat embroidered with a scene of birds and cherubs. The wing collar, and the wig, and the silk breeches, the wonderful new gloves in the most delicate lemon yellow . . . it was all a bit warm.Still. If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to. One should wear everything, or one should wear nothing at all.

Ive got plenty.” Isabelle smiled, kicking her feet up so that her anklets jingled like Christmas bells. These, for instance. The left one is gold, which is poisonous to demons, and the right one is blessed iron, in case I run across any unfriendly vampires or even faeries, faeries hate iron. They both have strength runes carved into them, so I can pack a hell of a kick. Demon hunting and fashion, Clary said. I never would have thought they went together.

A sense of hopelessness had invaded his bones, as chill and as inescapable as the rain.