“Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.”
(via jemisnothingbutgoodness)
Atop the wings was a folded piece of paper, addressed to the New York Institute. After splashing water on her face, Maryse had taken the letter and read it. It was short - one sentence - and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was an echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.
Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
She held it out to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page.
Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.
(Source: weliveandbreathewords, via undertheangelraziel)
We are sometimes called the Nephilim. In the Bible they were the offspring of humans and angels. The legend of origin of Shadowhunters is that they were created more than a thousand years ago, when humans were being overrun by demon invasions from other worlds. A warlock summoned the Angel Raziel, who mixed some of his own blood with the blood of men in a cup, and gave it to these men to drink. Those who drank the Angel’s blood became Shadowhunters, as did their children and their children’s children.
(Source: clarys-jace, via heronstairslovechild)
