Atop the wings was a folded piece of paper, addressed to the New York Institute. After splashing water on her face, Maryse had taken the letter and read it. It was short - one sentence - and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was an echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.
Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
She held it out to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page.
Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.
I love writing about artists because they see the world completely differently than I do. I see everything in terms of words and descriptions, they see everything in terms of visual representation.
It’s been fun with Jules because Clary is a sketcher of life and an manga artist and Jules works in paints that express imaginary scenes. She’s more of an illustrator, he’s a fine artist (neither being better than the other!)
I had been meaning to draw Clary and Julian for a while now and I finally got around to it. That awesome CoHF snippet Cassie gave us sealed the deal for me.
So here are Cassie’s artists :D
Looking Regal, Queen Elinore.
Radioactive - Imagine Dragon (Stronger Mash-Up)
So I ended up ordering THIS!!!
Starkweather family all up in this b#$%h! When it arrives I will definitely post pictures and let y’all know about the quality.
I chose 40 because it is my favorite number (don’t ask me why, it just is)
I made the order through the site MyLocker.net
Everything about this is perfect, the way she kisses him and the way he looks at her.
best gif ever. wow. seriously :’)
my heart completely melts for this omfg
Literary Birthday - 9 May
Happy Birthday, J.M. Barrie, born 9 May 1860, died 19 June 1937
- When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
- To die will be an awfully big adventure.
- The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.
- The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, one sometimes forgets which.
- Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
- Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
- You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
- Every time a child says I don’t believe in fairies there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
- God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
- The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
Barrie was a Scottish author and dramatist, best remembered as the creator of Peter Pan. Barrie was made a baronet by George V in 1913, and a member of the Order of Merit in 1922. Before his death, he gave the rights to the Peter Pan works to London’s Great Ormond Street Hospital, which continues to benefit from them.