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“Julian spoke through his teeth. "Malcolm, this is not a love story."
"Every story is a love story.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“In the dark and the shadows where secrets lived, that was where Julian survived. It was how he had managed for years.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Mark nearly fell forward, and threw his arms around Julian. Julian barely managed to catch himself before almost falling over. Mark was whipcord thin, but strong, his hands fisting in Julian's shirt. Julian could feel Mark's heart hammering, feel the sharp bones under his skin. He smelled like earth and mildew and grass and nighttime air. "Julian," Mark said, muffled, his body shaking. "Julian, my brother, my brother." Julian sighed. He wanted to relax into his older brother, let Mark hold him up the way he once had. But Mark was slighter than he was, fragile under his hands. He would be holding Mark up from now on. It was not what he had imagined, dreamed of, but it was the reality. It was his brother. He tightened his hands on Mark and adjusted his heart to bear the new burden.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“I love you, Julian Blackthorn. I love you more than starlight.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight