lady-midnight

As long as there is love and memory, there is no true death," - John Carstairs

Oh my," she said as though to herself. "The rumors are true, you have been kept in the dark.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight of his body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed against my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.

My face flushed scarlet. I was a stranger in my own skin. I had ever felt this kind of anger in my life. Fort and confusion grew. Its sensation was an overwhelming concoction of hate. The only things I knew - the only things keeping me remotely calm- was the following litany.My name is Eleanora Ada Stone. I was moved from home to home for seventeen years. I am now living on this god-forsaken island in Maine. I was being kept from a world of secrets. I have abilities. I am not human. I do not know what I am.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink.Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear."How human you are," he whispered.

Julian had heard stories-whispers really-of other Shadowhunter children who thought or felt differently. Who had trouble focusing. Who claimed letters rearranged themselves on the page when they tried to read them. Who fell prey to dark sadnesses that seemed to have no reason, or fits of energy they couldn't control.Whispers were all there were, though, because the Clave hated to admit that Nephilim like that existed. They were disappeared into the 'dregs' portion of the Academy, trained to stay out of the way of other Shadowhunters. Sent to the far corners of the globe like shameful secrets to be hidden. There were no words to describe Shadowhunters whose minds were shaped differently, no real words to describe differences at all.Because if there were words, Julian thought, there would have to be acknowledgement. And there were things the Clave refused to acknowledge.

These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.

When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.

There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.

Love is beautiful." - Malcolm Fade

I have been in the land of Faerie for years and it is a place where mortal blood is turned to fire. It is a place of beauty and terror beyond what can be imagined here. I have ridden with the Wild Hunt. I have carved a clear path of freedom among the stars and outrun the wind. And no I am asked to walk upon the earth again.

The Scholomance was a piece of Shadowhunter history come to life. A cold castle of towers and corridors carved into the side of a mountain in the Carpathians, it had existed for centuries as a place where the most elite of Shadowhunters were trained to deal with the double menaces of demons and Downworlders. It had been closed when the first Accords were signed: a show of faith that Downworlders and Shadowhunters were no longer at war.

The world is terrible," said Mark tonelessly. "And some are drawn down into it and drown there, and some rise above and carry others with them.

I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways.

You__e got a lot of responsibility now,_ Jace said to Julian. __ou__l have to make sure Emma winds up with a guy who deserves her._ Julian was strangely white-faced. Maybe he was feeling the effects of the ceremony, Emma thought. It had been strong magic; she still felt it sizzling through her blood like champagne bubbles. But Jules looked as if he__ been slapped.__hat about me?_ Emma said, quickly. __on__ I have to make sure Jules winds up with someone who deserves him?___bsolutely. I did it for Alec, Alec did it for me _ well, actually, he hated Clary at first, but he came around._ __ BET you didn__ like Magnus much, either,_ said Julian, still with the same odd, stiff look on his face.__aybe not,_ said Jace, __ut I never would have said so.___ecause it would have hurt Alec__ feelings?_ Emma asked.__o,_ said Jace, __ecause Magnus would have turned me into a hat rack.

There is nothing more important than love. And no law higher." - Malcolm Fade

He could sleep in the ruins of cities lost for centuries.