"Everything's going to hell in a hand-basket, and you want to know about my relationship with Magnus?"
"Is Azazel the cat from the Smurfs?" "That's Azrael, Simon, and no more using the magic rings for Smurf questions!"
"I thought you were dead, I saw you fall down and I thought you were dead." "I am dead" "I mean more dead than usual."
"I'm not going to attack you; I can stand the sight of your naked chest without swooning." "Are you sure? Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get me."
"Dammit woman, you read my mind, is there no filthy wordplay you can't foresee?" "It's my special magical power, I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts of me." "So ninety-five percent of the time." "Ninety-five? What's the other five percent?" "Oh you know, the usualdemons I might kill, runes I need to learn, people who've annoyed me recen
He was sitting in Max's old bedroom looking around at the books and clothes no one had the heart to put away. He could almost here his little brother laugh and see the ghost of his bright smile.
They had all gone about grieving in different ways Jace was quieter more withdrawn only expressing himself when they trained adding several more bruises to Alec's vast collection.
Isabelle pretended that everything was normal during the day but at night Alec could hear his sister's sobs.
It tore the eldest lightwood apart watching his younger siblings fall apart because of his failure.
His parents on the other hand, Alec wasn't sure that his parents noticed their other kids much unless they were confronted with death itself. They acted like Max hadn't existed and Alec wasn't blaming himself for something he couldn'
La mort a épargné
l'exception qui a partagé
ses sentiments amers
il est allé
nos vies sont consacrées
ailes de purge
et à l'automne
et de tuer
tout le sang répandu autour de cette
toutes les déclarations d'une seule face
un petit garçon
vous avez vu son regard
dont le miroir tête, vous ne pouvez pas effacer
Peering retour à vous de la lame d'un couteau ...
(Death has gone
Death has spared
not a one
except who shared
its bitter feelings
it is gone
our lives are spent
all the blood around that spilled
all returns to just one face
a little boy
you've seen his gaze
whose mirrored head you can't erase
Peering back at you from the blade of a knife...)