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“You never called me back," he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back."
Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?"
Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me back."
Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot."
"Is that why you haven't called me? Because I'm an idiot?"
"No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."
"You love me?"
"You stupid Nephilim," Magnus said patiently. "Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!”
― City of Glass
Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?"
Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me back."
Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot."
"Is that why you haven't called me? Because I'm an idiot?"
"No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."
"You love me?"
"You stupid Nephilim," Magnus said patiently. "Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!”
― City of Glass
“Tell me again what you said at the revel,� he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.
“What?� I can barely think.
“That you hate me,� he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.�
“I hate you,� I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.�
He kisses me harder.
“I hate you,� I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― The Wicked King
“What?� I can barely think.
“That you hate me,� he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.�
“I hate you,� I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.�
He kisses me harder.
“I hate you,� I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― The Wicked King
“Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?� Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment.
“No� I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. “Tell me.�
"I can't.”
― The Cruel Prince
“No� I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. “Tell me.�
"I can't.”
― The Cruel Prince
“Yes, my great villan, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can”
― The Wicked King
― The Wicked King
“Alec isn’t happy,� said Magnus, as if she hadn’t spoken.
“Of course he isn’t,� Isabelle snapped. “Jace—�
“Jace,� said Magnus, and his hands made fists at his sides. Isabelle stared at him. She had always thought that he didn’t mind Jace; liked him, even, once the question of Alec’s affections had been settled. Out loud, she said:
“I thought you were friends.�
“It’s not that,� said Magnus. “There are some people � people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.�
Isabelle shook her head slowly. “You’ve lost me. Jace is our brother, but for Alec � he’s Jace’s parabatai too —�
“I know about parabatai,� said Magnus, his voice rising in pitch. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left—�
“Stop it!� Isabelle clapped her hands over her ears, then lowered them slowly. “How dare you, Magnus Bane,� she said.
“How dare you make this worse than it is —�
“Isabelle.� Magnus� hands loosened; he looked a little wide-eyed, as if his outburst had startled even him. “I am sorry. I forget, sometimes . . . that with all your self-control and strength, you possess the same vulnerability that Alec does.�
“There is nothing weak about Alec,� said Isabelle.
“No,� said Magnus. “To love as you choose, that takes strength. The thing is, I wanted you here for him. There are things I can’t do for him, can’t give him . . .� For a moment Magnus looked oddly vulnerable. “You have known Jace as long as he has. You can give him understanding I can’t. And he loves you.�
“Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.�
“Blood isn’t love,� said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. “Just ask Clary.”
― City of Lost Souls
“Of course he isn’t,� Isabelle snapped. “Jace—�
“Jace,� said Magnus, and his hands made fists at his sides. Isabelle stared at him. She had always thought that he didn’t mind Jace; liked him, even, once the question of Alec’s affections had been settled. Out loud, she said:
“I thought you were friends.�
“It’s not that,� said Magnus. “There are some people � people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.�
Isabelle shook her head slowly. “You’ve lost me. Jace is our brother, but for Alec � he’s Jace’s parabatai too —�
“I know about parabatai,� said Magnus, his voice rising in pitch. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left—�
“Stop it!� Isabelle clapped her hands over her ears, then lowered them slowly. “How dare you, Magnus Bane,� she said.
“How dare you make this worse than it is —�
“Isabelle.� Magnus� hands loosened; he looked a little wide-eyed, as if his outburst had startled even him. “I am sorry. I forget, sometimes . . . that with all your self-control and strength, you possess the same vulnerability that Alec does.�
“There is nothing weak about Alec,� said Isabelle.
“No,� said Magnus. “To love as you choose, that takes strength. The thing is, I wanted you here for him. There are things I can’t do for him, can’t give him . . .� For a moment Magnus looked oddly vulnerable. “You have known Jace as long as he has. You can give him understanding I can’t. And he loves you.�
“Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.�
“Blood isn’t love,� said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. “Just ask Clary.”
― City of Lost Souls
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