He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to sit and listen to her talk about books until his ears fell off. But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.

Atop the wings was a folded piece of paper, addressed to the New York Institute. After splashing water on her face, Maryse had taken the letter and read it. It was short - one sentence - and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was an echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.
Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
She held it out to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page.
Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.

sanstarking:

Pulled from the papers, desperate and hardened;
Seeking a momentary fix.

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deilrium:

“Being a Silent Brother is life, Clary Fray. But if you mean I remember my life before the Brotherhood, I do.”

“Were you ever in love? Before the Brotherhood? Was there ever anyone you would have died for?”

“Two people. There are memories that time does not erase, Clarissa. Ask your friend Magnus Bane, if you do not believe me. Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”

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risarodil:

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weliveandbreathewords:

You take me by the hand
I’m seeing who I am

“You’re not a mundane.”

welieandburn:

“I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way. We are the same.”

mintenergy:

“When Will truly wants something…when he feels something — he can break your heart.”