Sebastian Morgestern Mugs

“We are Morgensterns. The bright stars of morning. The children of Lucifer, the most beautiful of all God’s angels. We are so much lovelier when we fall.”

When you are a dragon and you can’t be bothered by the gender concepts of the mortals.

“You have a dark heart in you, Valentine’s daughter,” he said. “You just won’t admit it. And if you want Jace, you had better accept it. Because he belongs to me now.”

“There might not be so much of a difference between the side of Light and the side of Dark as you suppose. After all, without the Dark, there is nothing for the Light to burn away."

“So they love each other now? They’re best friends?” “No. They are each other now.”

"This Jace was… a calm river, shining in the sun. Because he’s happy?"

"The fire rages, uncontrolled, inside you, far more likely to destroy you than it is to ever destroy me."

Jace came up behind him, resting one hand on Sebastian’s arm for balance as he read over his shoulder. It was like watching Jace with Alec, someone he was so comfortable with, he could touch them without thinking about it.

"There's no point reasoning with Jace about Jonathan. The truth cannot break their connection."

"We’ll tell you. Our plans. In his mind there was a him and Jace; there was no Jace and Clary."

"He wore scarlet gear like Sebastian; they had never looked so alike."

Blood ran through their fingers and down their wrists, as elegant as red lacework. It glittered in the cold electric light of the city. It moved not like liquid, but like moving red wires. It wrapped their hands together in a scarlet binding.

"We are bound, he and I. Cut him and I bleed."

We'll be together again All just a dream in the end

"We are one now, little brother, you and I…We are one."