Pale Kings and Princes (Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy 6)

This is how a faerie loves: with a gift.

This is how a faerie loves: with her whole body and soul. This is how a faerie loves: with destruction

And I also know that loving someone—even when it’s scary, even when there are consequences—is never the wrong thing to do.

But I know your blood doesn’t define you. What defines you is the choices you make

He took her in his arms and kissed her—kissed her the way he’d been longing to kiss her since he first laid eyes on her, kissed her not like a romance novel hero or a Shadowhunter warrior or some imaginary character from the past, but like Simon Lewis kissing the girl he loved more than anything in the world. It was like falling into the sun, falling together, hearts blazing with pale fire, and Simon knew he would never stop falling, knew that now that he’d grabbed hold of her again, he would never let go.

. “Not your world, not my world. A new world, for just the two of us.”

It’s hard to believe how much light you can find in the darkness, when you have someone who loves you.

Last time I take dating advice from Jace

The question of guilt handed down through bloodlines, the sins of the fathers visited on not just their sons but their friends, neighbors, and random acquaintances who happened to have similarly shaped ears.

Because she’s an amazing warrior goddess—and I’m a weenie.