…et ils vécurent heureux pour l’éternité.

the children of the big three: →    jason grace, nico di angelo and percy jackson

it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

“She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.”

“You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking”

Adam was not always alone, but he was always lonesome. Even in a group, he was slowly perfecting the skill of holding himself separate. It was easier than one might expect; the others allowed him to do it. He knew he was different since aligning himself more tightly with the ley line this summer. He was himself, but more powerful. Himself, but less human. 

it was like percy had faced death before, like he knew about grief. what mattered was listening. you didn’t need to say you were sorry. the only thing that helped was moving on — moving forward.

i’m here for her, wylan reminded himself. i’m here for her. 

in the end, he was not nina or matthais or kaz or inej or jesper. he was just wylan van eck. he told them everything.

In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

“I thought of the Black Heretic. He had created the Fold.“

“They said you were the strongest Darkling in generations.”

“Aleksander,” I whispered. A boy’s name, given up. Almost forgotten.”