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“Tessa reached to brush the damp hair from his forehead. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing. “Jem—have you ever—â€� She hesitated. “Have you ever thought of ways to prolong your life that are not a cure for the drug?â€�
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At that his eyelids flew open. “What do you mean?�
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She thought of Will, on the floor of the attic, choking on holy water. “Becoming a vampire. You would live forever—�
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He scrambled upright against the pillows of the bed. “Tessa, no. Don’t—you can’t think that way.�
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Ìý“Is the thought of becoming a Downworlder truly so horrible to you?â€�
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“Tessa …� He exhaled slowly. “I am a Shadowhunter. Nephilim. Like my parents before me. It is the heritage I claim, just as I claim my mother’s heritage as part of myself. It does not mean I hate my father. But I honor the gift they gave me, the blood of the Angel, the trust placed in me, the vows I have taken. Nor, I think, would I make a very good vampire. [redacted for spoilers] I would no longer be Will’s parabatai, no longer be welcome in the Institute. No, Tessa. I would rather die and be reborn and see the sun again, than live to the end of the world without daylight.�
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“A Silent Brother, then,â€� she said.Ìý
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His eyes softened slightly. “The path of Silent Brotherhood is not open to me.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Mama, Mama, put me to bed
I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead
I met an Invalid, and fell for his art
He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“Don't you get that yet? You don't know shit about me, I don't know shit about you. You don't even know shit about you.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem