I do tasks for the gods, usually things like tracking down rare items or taking someone safely to a destination." D'Molay the Freeman Tracker
I often think how unadventurous my life must seem from the outside, though I do like my job.
This is pride when the soul abandons Him to Whom it ought to cleave as its end and becomes a kind of end to itself. This happens when it becomes its own satisfaction.
Every time you rip the bandages off, you just open the wound up again. Every time he sees you, it's like tearing off the bandages.
Hodge had given up a long time ago trying to live a better life or a different one; all he wanted was not to be afraid, and so he was afraid all the time
I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.
Well, not in this case. He reached into the Inquisitor and he ..." Clary shuddered. "There was a lot of blood." "Like a special bonus for you," Jace said to Simon. Simon ignored this.
They had just showed up, Amatis had said. Which meant Simon had spent the night at Isabelle's. She stared at him. He didn't any different.
He's not here." "Not here like he just popped around the corner to the bodega for a six-pack of Diet Coke and a box of Krispy Kremes, or not here like...
Keeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn't something you can just ignore.
Why not risk your life, if you don't want to live anyway? Why not risk your life if you'll never be happy no matter what you do?
molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, iz? jace asked. i'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the accords.
i told you he'd freak out, she siad. didn't i? ah, the i told you so, jace said. always a classy move
Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common." "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested.
I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.
Whatever the Clave was discussing, the Council meeting was dragging on brutally late. “But he knows New York. He doesn’t know Alicante—
One thing you'll learn as you get older, Simon, is that when people tell you something unpleasant about themselves, it's usually true.
There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.
Nice, bah. He's gorgeous." Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.
I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace)
