katherinesage:

“His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn’t matter; the world, the city, and all it’s lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world.” ― City of Fallen Angels

taehungies:

_{“I don’t know who I am. I look at myself in the mirror and I see Stephen Herondale, but I act like a Lightwood and talk like my father—like Valentine. So I see who I am in your eyes, and I try to be that person, because you have faith in that person and I think faith might be enough to make me what you want.”}

jheneayko:

“The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.”