luke-garroway

And I suppose you know who Magnus_ father is?_ Luke said.__ paid a lot of money once to find it out,_ Raphael said.

Everyone has choices to make no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love..

She saw Luke, standing atop a pile of bones. Jace with white feathered wings sprouting out of his back, Isabelle sitting naked with her whip curled around her like a net of gold rings, Simon with crosses burned into the palms of his hands. Angels, falling and burning. Falling out of the sky.

But sleep didn't come. She could hear Jace's soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn't what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt like home to him, of the despair in Jace's voice as he said 'I want to hate you', and of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadn't said them - had let Alec go on lying and pretending - because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar.

Wait a second," Clary said."I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere.

The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn__ help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn__ be sad _ or even grieved?But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine.