Moriah Venable

“We're like Romeo and Juliet."
"We're both going to die?" he asks in alarm.
"Smart Romeo and Juliet."
"You're going to kill my cousin?" He seems less alarmed about this.
"I take it you don't like your cousin?"
"He's a bit of an asshole, if I'm being honest."
"I'm glad you've embraced being Juliet.”
― Alice Winters, A Villain for Christmas

“There were valuable first editions of books in the enormous library, most of them had been scribbled in by some idiot named Will H.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“Lex malla, lex nulla,” said Julian with a regretful wave of his hand. It was the Blackthorn family motto: A bad law is no law.
“I wonder what other family mottoes are,” Emma mused. “Do you know any?”
“The Lightwood family motto is ‘We mean well.’ ”
“Very funny.”
Julian looked over at her. “No, really, it actually is.”
“Seriously? So what’s the Herondale family motto? ‘Chiseled but angsty’?”
He shrugged. ‘If you don’t know what your last name is, it’s probably Herondale’?”
Emma burst out laughing. “What about Carstairs?” she asked, tapping Cortana. “ ‘We have a sword’? ‘Blunt instruments are for losers’?”
“Morgenstern,” offered Julian. “ ‘When in doubt, start a war’?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“I need to be whole again. Even if it doesn’t last.”
“It can’t last,” she said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”
He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his bare chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way through his sternum. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows