#light

Simon?” “Yeah?” “Can you tell me a story?” He blinked. “What kind of story?” “Something where the good guys win and the bad guys lose. A nd stay dead.” “So, like a fairy tale?” he said. He racked his brain. He knew only the Disney versions of fairy tales, and the first knew only the Disney versions of fairy tales, and the first image that came to mind was A riel in her seashell bra. He’d had a crush on her when he was eight. Not that this seemed like the time to mention it. “No.” The word was an exhaled breath. “We study fairy tales in school. A lot of that magic is real—but, anyway. No, I want something I haven’t heard yet.” “Okay. I’ve got a good one.” Simon stroked Isabelle’s hair, feeling her lashes flutter against his neck as she closed her eyes. “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-lewis #fairy-tales

Whatever the Clave was discussing, the Council meeting was dragging on brutally late. “But he knows New York. He doesn’t know Alicante— ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#kindlehighlight

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#new-york-city #survival #twilight #new-york-city

Get over here. Sheldon's had an idea." "Who's Sheldon?", said Isabelle. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-lost-souls #isabelle-lightwood #magnus-bane #the-mortal-instruments #magnus-bane

Sweet pea?'" Alec said. "I was just trying it out." Alec shook his head. "No." Magnus shrugged. "I'll keep at it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #magnus-bane

But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #kissed #magnus-bane #mortal-instruments #magnus-bane

Alec," Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. "Are you okay?" Alec looked at him. "Who are you again?" Magnus gave a little gasp; he looked — for the first time Simon could remember — actually unnerved. It lasted only a moment, but it was there. "Alexander," he said. "Too soon to joke about the happy memory thing, I take it," Alec said. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #magnus-bane

Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #kissed #magnus-bane #mortal-instruments #magnus-bane

Love is a weapon of Light, and it has the power to eradicate all forms of darkness. That is the key. When we offer love even to our enemies, we destroy their darkness and hatred... ↗

— Yehuda Berg

#love #peace #weapon #love

Take off your shirt." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I'm not going to attack you," she said impatiently. "I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning." "Are you sure?" he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. "Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-lost-souls #clary-fray #funny #humor #jace-lightwood