#sand

Simon looked from one of them to the other, and shook his head. “ When did you two get so buddy-buddy? Last night it was all, ‘I’m the most elite warrior!’ ‘ No, I’m the most elite warrior!’ And today you’re playing Halo and giving each other props for good ideas. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #play

You can take your Law," she said in a measured tone, "and shove it right up your- ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #isabelle-lightwood #the-mortal-instruments #law

Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now? ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#dreams

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

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #isabelle-lightwood #loyalty #the-mortal-instruments #effort

Mother." Alec's voice as he interrupted his mother was firm, implacable, and not unkind. "Father. There's something I have to tell you." He smiled at them. "I'm seeing someone." Robert Lightwood looked at his son with some exasperation. "Alec," he said. "This is hardly the time." "Yes, it is. This is important. You see, I'm not just seeing anyone." Words seemed to be pouring out of Alec in a torrent, while his parents looked on in confusion. Isabelle and Magnus were staring at him with expressions of nearly identical astonishment. "I'm seeing a Downworlder. In fact, I'm seeing a war—" Magnus's fingers moved, quick as a flash of light, in Alec's direction. There was a faint shimmer in the air around Alec — his eyes rolled up — and he dropped to the floor, felled like a tree. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #parenting

I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #jace-wayland #purpose #unhappiness #purpose

Tris: "I was reading." Sandry: "You're always reading. The only way people can ever talk to you is to interrupt." Tris: "Then maybe they shouldn't talk to me. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#reading #sandry #talk #tris #magic

And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a moment Tessa felt a stab of guilt. It lasted only a moment, though. Slowly Jessamine lowered her hand from her mouth, her face still very pale. "Goodness, my nose is enormous," she exclaimed. "Why didn't anyone tell me? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #jessamine #vision

Simon stepped between them. “I’m not going to let you fight with each other.” “And what are you going to do about it if . . . Oh.” Jace's gaze trailed up to Simon’s forehead, and he grinned reluctantly. “ So basically you’re threatening to turn me into something you can sprinkle on popcorn if I don’t do what you say? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #jace-lightwood #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #fighting

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#flowers