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Senden daha iyi mühür çizen tek kişi Julian," dedi Emma. "Tabiî o bir sanatçı." "Julian, Julian, Julian," diye tekrarladı Cristina, alaylı bir ses tonuyla. "Julian bir ressam, Julian bir dâhi, Julian bunu nasıl tamir edeceğini bilirdi, Julian şunu yapabilirdi. Biliyor musun, son yedi haftadır Julian'a dair öyle harika şeyler duydum ki onunla tanışmadan anıda âşık olacağımdan korkmaya başladım.

Sometimes she thought the only things she had faith in were revenge and Julian.

Tavvy neden şeker paketi içinde?" Mark omuz silkti. "Şeker paketi içine girmek istedi." "Bu onu şeker paketinin içine koyman gerektiği anlamına gelmiyor." Julian sesini yükseltmişti. "Ya da ocağı yıkman gerektiği. Ya da Drusilla'nın içmesine... O bardakta ne var,İ> Dru?" "Çikolatalı süt," dedi Dru çabucak. "Ekşi krema ve pepsiyle." Julian iç çekti. "O şeyi içmemelisin.

Tavvy!" dedi Julian. "Ağzında lolipopla koşturma. Boğulabilirsin. Tavvy lolipopu ağzından çıkardı ve birinin dolu bir silaha bakacağı şekilde baktı. "Ve ölür müyüm?" "Hem de korkunç bir şekilde," dedi Julian. "Çok fena ölürsün.

Te lo meteré por donde la espalda pierde su digno nombre

The eyes of another can be a mirror more effective than water. If you will look at me, I can see my reflection in yours.

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

Sunlight speared into the Sanctuary as Diana opened the doors. Emma felt a flash of gratitude for her tutor as Diana and the two faeries vanished outside. Gratitude for sparing Arthur--and for sparing Julian one more second of pretending her was alright. For Jules was looking at his brother--finally, really looking at him, with no one to see or judge his weakness.

Their closeness wouldn't break, but it would bend and stretch into a new shape.

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

There was dancing to wear your feet down, and there were beautiful boys and girls, and kisses were cheaper than wine but the wine was sweet and the fruit sweeter. And you could still hear the music in your head.

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

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.

True love is hard to find." - Malcolm Fade

Ty braced himself as Julian walked directly up to him, not breaking stride, his jaw set, his blue-green eyes as dark as the deep part of the ocean. He reached Ty and caught hold of him, pulling him into a fierce hug. He pressed his face down into his little brother's black hair as Ty stood, frozen and astonished at Julian's lack of anger. "Jules?" he said. "Are you alright?" Julian's shoulders shook. He held his little brother tighter, as if he could crush Ty into himself, into a place where he'd always be safe. He put his cheek against Ty's curls, squeezing his eyes shut, his voice muffled. "I thought something happened to you," he said. "I thought Johnny Rook might--" He didn't finish his sentence. Ty put his arms carefully around Julian. He patted his back, gently, with his slender hands. It was the first time Emma had seen Ty comfort his older brother--almost the first time she'd ever actually seen Julian let someone else take care of him.

We both see the same world, but in a different way. Ty feels the same joy I do, the joy of creation. We feel all the same things, only the shapes of our feelings are different.

Well, you can imagine how happy the Marketers were to see me and Cameron—” “You went with Cameron?” Julian said. Livvy held up a hand. “In Emma’s defense, Cameron’s annoying, but he’s hot.” Julian gave her a look. “I mean, if you like guys who look like a redheaded Captain America, which I… don’t?” “Captain America is definitely the most handsome Avenger,” said Cristina. “But I like the Hulk. I would like to fix his broken heart.” "We’re Nephilim,” said Julian. “We’re not even supposed to know about the Avengers. Besides,” he added, “Iron Man is obviously the best-looking.

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.

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

When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They’re in everything you do. They’re in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your dreams too. And you don’t think they’re perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don’t frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don’t want perfect. You want them. You want-

Your heart is a weapon the size of your fist.

You’ve got a lot of responsibility now,” Jace said to Julian. “You’ll 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’d been slapped. “What about me?” Emma said, quickly. “Don’t I have to make sure Jules winds up with someone who deserves him?” “Absolutely. I did it for Alec, Alec did it for me — well, actually, he hated Clary at first, but he came around.” “I BET you didn’t like Magnus much, either,” said Julian, still with the same odd, stiff look on his face. “Maybe not,” said Jace, “but I never would have said so.” “Because it would have hurt Alec’s feelings?” Emma asked. “No,” said Jace, “because Magnus would have turned me into a hat rack.

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 stars will go out before I forget you, Mark Blackthorn.

Tost makinesi neden kilerde?" dedi Julian. "Başka bir..." Mark doğru kelimeleri arıyor gibiydi. "Elektrik prizi bulamadım." "Peki Tavvy neden şeker paketi içinde?" Mark omuz silkti. "Şeker paketi içine girmek istedi." "Bu onu şeker paketinin içine koyman gerektiği anlamına gelmiyor." Julian sesini yükseltmişti. "Ya da ocağı yıkman gerektiği. Ya da Drusilla'nın içmesine... O bardakta ne var, Dru?" "Çikolatalı süt," dedi Dru çabucak. "Ekşi krema ve pepsiyle." Julian iç çekti. "O şeyi içmemelisin.

We are bound together, Emma, bound together- I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I'm yours and you're mine, you've always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!

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.

When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They're in everything you do. They're in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your drams too. And you don't think they're perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don't frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don't want perfect. You want them.

Yep. Do you want anything?" "I've always kind of wanted a Batman clock that says 'WAKE UP, BOY WONDER' when it goes off," he said. "It would liven up my room.

You're covered in blood too," Cristina murmured to Emma, shrugging off her own jacket. She slung it around Emma's shoulders, covering her bloody tank. She brushed her hands through Emma's hair, looking at her worriedly. "You sure you're not hurt?" "Julian's blood," Emma whispered, and Cristina made a murmuring noise and pulled Emma into a hug. She patted Emma's back and Emma hung on to her for dear life and decided there and then that if anyone ever tried to hurt Cristina she would grind them to a pulp and make amusing sand castles out of the remains.

You see things nobody else sees. You can't talk about it because no one will understand, You have to keep secrets, and secrets - they break you apart. Cut you open. Make you vulnerable.

You went with Cameron?" Julian said. Livvy held up a hand. "In Emma's defense, Cameron's annoying, but he's hot." Julian gave her a look. "I mean, if you like guys who look like a redheaded Captain America, which I... don't?" "Captain America is definitely the most handsome Avenger," said Cristina. "But I like the Hulk. I would like to heal his broken heart." "We're Nephilim, said Julian. "We're not even supposed to know about the Avengers. Besides," he added, "Iron Man is obviously the best-looking." -- "I have no idea who the Avengers are," observed Mark, who had finished his strawberries and was eating sugar out of a packet. Ty looked gratified - he had no time for superheroes.

And go the speed limit!" Julian yelled as Mark disappeared around the side of the building. "It's the sky, Julian," said Emma. "There isn't really a speed limit." "I know," he said, and smiled. It was the smile Emma loved, the one she felt like was just for her, the one that said that although life often forced him to be serious, Julian wasn't actually serious by nature.

Beer is a lady without any friends

Belki de dikkat çekmemeye çalışmak üzerine konuşsak iyi olacak." "Elimde değil," dedi Mark hafifçe gülümseyerek. "Daha ziyade normal bir insan gibi davranman gerek," dedi Jules. "İnsanların arasındayız." "Normal davranmasına gerek yok," dedi Ty sertçe. "Buraya gelirken ankesörlü telefona çarpıp afedersiniz hanımefendi, dedi," dedi Julian. "Özür dilemek nazik bir harekettir," dedi Mark, aynı hafif gülümsemeyle. "Cansız nesnelerden özür dilemek değil.

And I love you," Kieran said. "You are all that exists on the earth and under the sky that I do love.

Birine aşık olduğunda o kişi senin bir parçan hâline gelir. Yaptığın her şeyde o vardır. İçine çektiğin havada, içtiğin suda, damarlarında akan kandadır. Dokunuşu teninde kalır, sesi kulaklarında, düşünceleri zihninde. Rüyalarını bilirsin çünkü kâbusları yüreğini paralar ve güzel rüyaları senin de rüyalarındır. Ve mükemmel olduklarını düşünmezsin, kusurlarını, karanlık sırlarını bilirsin ve bunlar seni korkutup kaçırmaz. Aksine, öyle oldukları için onları daha çok seversin, çünkü mükemmeli istemezsin. Onu istersin. İstediğin..." Derken sustu, sanki herkesin ona baktığını fark etmişti. "Neyi istersin?" dedi Dru, gözlerini kocaman açmış. "Hiç," dedi Julian. "Konuşuyorum işte.

But Julian's blood was different. When she saw it she thought of him, shot and crumpling, the way his blood had run like water through her fingers. It was the first time in years that she'd actually thought he might die, that she might lose him. She knew what people said about parabatai, knew that it was meant to be a loss as profound as that of a spouse or a sibling. Emma had lost her parents; she had thought she knew what loss was, was prepared for it. But nothing had prepared her for the feeling that the idea of losing Jules wrenched out of her: that sky would go dark forever, that there would never be solid ground again.

Emma's heart was pounding. She chanced a look up at Julian. For the briefest of moments he looked like someone who'd been staggering through the Mojave Desert, half-dead from the sun, and had seen a glimmer of water up ahead only to have it turn out to be a mirage. "Still no Mark?" Emma said hastily as Cristina reached them. Not that there was a real reason Cristina would know where Mark was; Emma just didn't want her looking at Julian. Not when he looked like that.

How long have you been drawing me?” He sighted. A moment later his hand came to rest in her hair. His fingers twined in the strands. “My whole life.

Bazen," diye düşündü Emma, "Ben bir uçurtmaymışım da Julian beni uçuruyormuş gibi geliyor." Ayakları yerden kesiliyordu da Julian onu toprağa bağlı tutuyordu sanki. O olmadan Emma bulutların arasında kaybolurdu.

But what do you have to be stressed about, little brother?" Mark said. "You weren't carried away by the faeries. You've spent your life here. Not that the life of a Shadowhunter isn't stressful, but why are you the one with the bloody hands?

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

He knew in the way that she was a part of him, the way her breathing was his breathing, and her dreams were his dreams, and her blood was his blood, and when her heart stopped he knew that his would too, and he would be glad, because he wouldn’t want to live one second in a world that didn’t have her in it.

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.

It has been many years since I have eaten freely at my choice, fair one, and a plate of strawberries is all that I desire." - Mark Blackthorn

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

I wish you'd quit going to the Shadow Market," Julian muttered. "It's dangerous there-" "Oh, NO," Emma said. "Not danger, Mr. I-Just-Almost-Bled-Out-in-My-Car." Julian sighed and reached for his soda. "I can't believe I ever complained about 'Jules' as a nickname.

I have ridden with the Wild Hunt. I have carved a clear path of freedom among the stars and outrun the wind. And now I am asked to walk upon earth again.

I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways.