a tragic love affair with a Shadowhunter who had chosen to be an Iron Sister rather than be with the one she loved. she found women beautiful and desirable, while men were good friends, brothers-in-arms, but nothing more. She had always known that she loved women the way she was expected to love men. If you love someone, I have no doubt you will find a way to spend your life with them.
(c)Įven where laws are unjust, hearts can find a way to be together. What replaced it was something cruel and strange. The perfect world she had dreamed of was shattered into a million pieces, turned to dust, and blown away. The world was perfectly arranged, and all things and beings in it were worthy of love. She felt friendship toward the ducks and the pigeons. The colors were soft in the sunrise, the waters of the Serpentine still. I am a Shadowhunter who wears gorgeous suits and a legendary pendant. They are only what makes me feel beautiful and powerful in this moment. The trousers and jacket do not make me a man, and the necklace does not make me a woman.
I can choose what suits me when it suits me. Usually, when one’s demon-loving relative develops a serious case of demon pox and turns into a giant worm with massive teeth, word gets around. “My grandfather was a worm, if that’s what you mean,“ Anna said.Īriadne laughed aloud. “I understand your family has a very interesting history,” Ariadne said. Would a guy behaving like that be cute? Somehow, I doubt it.Ī bit too melodramatic, even though some passages were positiely delicious.Įveryone had their small wonderland.
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