Ty Blackthorn Quotes

What’s the Nephilim motto again?” “ ‘We are dust and shadows,’ ” said Ty, not looking up from his book. “Some of us are very handsome dust,” Jace added

You don't want him," she said to the pink-haired girl. "He has syphilis." The girls stared. "Syphilis?" "Five percent of people in America have it," said Ty helpfully. "I do not have syphilis," Mark said angrily. "There are no sexually transmitted diseases in Faerieland!" "Sorry," Jules said. "You know how syphilis is. Attacks the brain.

I whisper your name, Ty. I whisper the most important thing: I love you. I love you. I love you. Livvy

He grinned, and the grin changed his face completely. Ty when he was still and expressionless had an intensity that fascinated Kit; when he was smiling, he was extraordinary.

Ah, Watson,” said Ty. “You may not yourself be luminous, but you are an extraordinary conductor of light.

Ty was near Kit, as he almost always was, like a magnet clicking into place.

Ty reached out and brushed Kit’s hair away from his face, an absent sort of gesture that sent a shot of something through Kit, a feeling like he’d touched a live electrical fence.

Ty: Just words I like. If I say them to myself, it makes my mind - quieter. Does it bother you? Kit: No. I was just curious what words you liked. Ty: It's not the meaning, just the sound. Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt. Kit: Whisper would be one of mine, too. Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns. Ty: Blackthorns.

Ty’s not my shadow,” said Kit crossly. “My apologies. I suppose you’re his.

We both see the same world, but in a different way. Ty feels the same joy I do, the joy of creation. We feel all the same things, only the shapes of our feelings are different.

He looked at the boy with the knife to his throat, the boy whose black eyelashes feathered down against his cheekbones as he glanced away from Kit, and he felt something like a shock of recognition pass through him. He thought, how beautiful.

How is Ty? There is nothing wrong with Ty, but he is different, and the Clave hates all that is different. They will try to punish him, for being who he is. They would punish a star for burning.

I’d suggest we go get milk shakes or something to celebrate, but this is kind of a scary neighborhood.” “Shadowhunters don’t worry about scary neighborhoods,” said Dru. “Have you learned nothing from the way Batman’s parents died?” said Kit, feigning shock. Ty smiled. And for the first time since Livvy had died, Dru laughed.

He remembered something about darkness, about pressure and weighted blankets and silence. Though he had no idea how he was going to get hold of any of those things up on top of a building. "Tell me," Kit said. Tell me what you need. "Put your arms around me," said Ty. His hands were pale blue blurs in the air, as if Kit were looking at a time-lapsed photo. "Hold on to me." He was still rocking. After a moment, Kit put his arms around Ty, not knowing what else to do.

...it was as if there was something about Ty Blackthorn that reached into him and untied all the careful knots of protection holding him together. He wondered if that was what people meant when they said they felt undone.

Kit had never had any siblings, never had a mother, had only had Johnny. His father. His father who had died, and he didn't think had ever looked the way Ty looked now, as if the possibility of something happening to Livvy was enough to break him inside.

Ty, no one could have expected that,' Emma said. 'I mean, Julian said some words, and boom, Hell's tractor beam.

Move, Kit. I want to get a closer look at that bust.” To Kit, bust only meant one thing, but since the only breasts in the room belonged to Ty’s sister, he stepped aside with alacrity.

Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he'd miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled up over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room. He looked at the two of them and shook his head. "Bedlam," he said, and went over to the counter where the glass tubes and funnels had been set up.

I don't like crowds of people in general. When they're all talking at the same time, and making noise. Crowds are the worst ... All the lights and the shouting and the people. It's like broken glass in my head.

Ty grew up so handsome. The girls must be all over him. Or the boys,

You hated the Shadow Market in London,” Kit said. “It really bothered you. The noises, and the crowd —“ Ty’s gaze flicked down to Kit. “I’ll wear my headphones. I’ll be all right.” “…and I don’t know if we should go again so soon,” Kit added. “What if Helen and Aline get suspicious?” Ty’s gaze darkened. “Julian told me once,” he said, “that when people keep coming up with reasons not do something, it’s because they don’t want to do it. Do you not want to do this?” Ty’s voice sounded tight. The thrumming wire again, sharp with tension. Under the cotton of his shirt, his too-thin shoulders had tightened as well. The neck of his shirt was loose, the delicate line of his collarbones just visible. Kit felt a rush of tenderness toward Ty, mixed with near-panic. In other circumstances, he thought, he would just have lied. But he couldn’t lie to Ty.

Ty braced himself as Julian walked directly up to him, not breaking stride, his jaw set, his blue-green eyes as dark as the deep part of the ocean. He reached Ty and caught hold of him, pulling him into a fierce hug. He pressed his face down into his little brother's black hair as Ty stood, frozen and astonished at Julian's lack of anger. "Jules?" he said. "Are you alright?" Julian's shoulders shook. He held his little brother tighter, as if he could crush Ty into himself, into a place where he'd always be safe. He put his cheek against Ty's curls, squeezing his eyes shut, his voice muffled. "I thought something happened to you," he said. "I thought Johnny Rook might--" He didn't finish his sentence. Ty put his arms carefully around Julian. He patted his back, gently, with his slender hands. It was the first time Emma had seen Ty comfort his older brother--almost the first time she'd ever actually seen Julian let someone else take care of him.

And there is Jules. You might like him the best. He is the one who takes care of us all. He is the reason we're all okay and still together. I don't think he knows we know that, but we do. Sometimes he might tell us what to do or not listen, but he would do anything for any of us. People say we're unlucky because we don't have parents. But I think they're unlucky because they don't have a brother like mine.

You don't want him," she said to the pink-haired girl. "He has syphilis." The girl stared. "Syphilis?" "Five percent of people in America have it," said Ty helpfully. "I do not have syphilis," Mark said angrily. "There are no sexually transmitted diseases in Faerieland!" The mundane girls fell instantly silent.

Altheia is Greek," Livvy said. "She was the Greek Goddess of truth," said Kit. He shurgged when they stared at him. "Ninth grade book report." Ty's mouth crooked at the corner. "Very good, Watson." "Don't call me Watson," said Kit. Ty ignored this.

You want a—wait, you’ve been sleeping outside my room because you want a sort of Watson for your Sherlock Holmes?” Ty’s eyes lit up. They still moved restlessly around Kit as if he were reading him, examining him, never quite meeting Kit’s own, but that didn’t dim their glow.

Kit found himself holding Ty harder, until Ty relaxed under the tight grip of his hands; held him more tightly than he’d ever held anyone, held him as if they’d been lost in the sea of the sky, and only holding on to each other could keep them afloat above the wreckage of London.

You’re suggesting we burn down Blackthorn Manor?” said Ty, his eyebrows up around his hairline. “Oddly,” Magnus muttered, “you wouldn’t be the first people ever to have that idea.” “Ty, don’t sound so excited,” Livvy said. “Pyromania interests me,” said Ty. “I think you have to burn down several buildings before you can consider yourself to be an actual maniac for pyro,” Emma said. “I think before that you’re just an enthusiast.

He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.

Where’s Kit, really?” Ty said, “I keep asking, but no one will tell me.” Magnus looked up. “Kit’s all right. He’s with Tessa and Jem.” “I know,” Ty said. His voice shook. “I know, but—can I say good-bye to him? If I could just talk to him once—” “He’s already gone,” Magnus said. “He didn’t want to say good-bye to you. To anyone really, but I suspect it was mostly you.

We could go to Baker Street,” Kit said, without even knowing he was going to say it. “We are in London.” Ty looked up at that, his gray eyes aglow. “To 221B Baker Street?

Emma: Jules, I know you said Diana refused to try to take the Institute, but do you know why... Jules: No, On the topic of confessions, were you planning on telling the rest of Mark's family why you dumped their brother with no warning? Emma: You're angry that Mark and I broke up? Jules: I guess you've dumped two of their brothers, if we're really counting. Who's next? Ty? Emma: Screw you, Julian Blackthorn.

For all Ty’s frightening intellect, for all his strangeness and indifference to other people, he was inseparable from his twin. If Livvy was sick, Ty slept at the foot of her bed; if she got a scratch, he panicked, and it was the same the other way around.

Ty, I’ve thought so many times about what I would say to you if you reappeared suddenly. If I was walking along the street and you popped out of thin air, walking along beside me like you always used to, with your hands in your pockets and your head tilted back. Mom used to say you walked celestially, looking upat the sky as if you were scanning the clouds for angels. Do you remember that? In your world I am ashes, I am ancestors, my memories and hopes and dreams have gone to build the City of Bones. In your world, I am lucky, because I do not have to live in a world without you. But in this world, I am you. I am the twinless twin. So I can tell you this: When your twin leaves the earth you live on, it never turns the same way again: the weight of their soul is gone, and everything is off balance. The world rocks under your feet like an unquiet sea. I can’t tell you it gets easier. But it does get steadier; you learn how to live with the new rocking of the new earth, the way sailors gain sea legs. You learn. I promise. I know you’re not exactly the Ty I had in this world, my brilliant, beautiful brother. But I know from Julian that you are beautiful and brilliant too. I know that you are loved. I hope that you are happy. Please be happy. You deserve it so much. I want to ask if you remember the way we used to whisper words to each other in the dark: star, twin, glass. But I’ll never know your answer. So I’ll whisper to myself as I fold this letter up and slide it into the envelope, hoping against hope it will somehow reach you. I whisper your name, Ty. I whisper the most important thing: I love you. I love you. I love you. Livvy

Ty stood at the water’s edge. He wouldn’t have wanted to be close to the noise and the lights and shouting, and Kit hated that even now he wanted to go down to the beach and draw Ty away, to protect him from anything and everything that might upset him.

Emma hoped Ty was unconscious, she hoped he was seeing none of this. He would wake up eventually, and the horror of what he would wake up to drove her forward.

The Council?” said Kit. “How are they different from the Clave?” Livvy laughed harder. “I can see how your case might not be successful,” said Ty. “Though I suppose we could tutor you a bit.” “A bit?” said Kit. Ty smiled his rare, dazzling smile. “A bit.

Is everything all right?" They were going to be asking each other that constantly for quite some time, he guessed. And it never would really be okay, but they would reassure each other anyway about the small things, the measure of tiny victories: yes, Dru slept a little; yes, Ty is eating a bit; yes, we’re all still breathing.

Belki de dikkat çekmemeye çalışmak üzerine konuşsak iyi olacak." "Elimde değil," dedi Mark hafifçe gülümseyerek. "Daha ziyade normal bir insan gibi davranman gerek," dedi Jules. "İnsanların arasındayız." "Normal davranmasına gerek yok," dedi Ty sertçe. "Buraya gelirken ankesörlü telefona çarpıp afedersiniz hanımefendi, dedi," dedi Julian. "Özür dilemek nazik bir harekettir," dedi Mark, aynı hafif gülümsemeyle. "Cansız nesnelerden özür dilemek değil.

Ty and Livvy were the last to come say good-bye to Jules; Livvy embraced him fiercely, and Ty gave him a soft, shy smile. Julian wondered where Kit was. He'd been glued to Ty's and Livvy's sides the whole time they'd been in London, but he appeared to have vanished for the family farewell. "I've got something for you," Ty said. He held out a box, which Julian took with some surprise. Ty was absolutely punctual about Christmas and birthday presents, but he rarely gave gifs spontaneously. Curious, Julian popped open the top of the box to find a set of colored pencils. He didn't know the brand, but they looked pristine and unused. "Where did you get these?" "Fleet Street," said Ty. "I went out early this morning." An ache of love pressed against the back of Julian's throat. It reminded him of when Ty was a baby, serious and quiet. He hadn't been able to go to sleep for a long time without someone holding him, and though Julian had been very small himself, he remembered holding Ty while he fell asleep, all round wrists and straight black hair and long lashes. He'd felt so much love for his brother even then it had been like an explosion in his heart. "Thanks. I've missed drawing," Julian said, and tucked the box into his duffel bag. He didn't fuss; Ty didn't like fuss, but Julian made his tone as warm as he could, and Ty beamed. Jules thought of Livvy, the night before, the way she'd kissed his forehead. Her thank-you. This was Ty's.

It was like holding a loosed arrow: Ty felt hot and sharp in his arms, and he was vibrating with some strange emotion. After what felt like a long time he relaxed slightly. His hands touched Kit, their motion slowing, his fingers winding themselves into Kit’s sweater.

He had too much fun teasing “the boy” over the real meaning of the words in The Song of Solomon or Pope’s The Rape of the Lock. “Read that verse to me again,” Ty said, smiling. “You ran over it so fast I missed most of the words.” Janna tilted her head down to the worn pages of the Bible and muttered, “ ‘ Vanity of vanities . . . all is vanity.’” “That’s Ecclesiastes,” Ty drawled. “You were reading The Song of Solomon and a woman was talking about her sweetheart. ‘My beloved is gone down into his garden, to tubes of spices, to feed in the gardens . . .’ Now what do you suppose that really means, boy?” “He was hungry,” Janna said succinctly. “Ah, but for what?” Ty asked, stretching. “When you know the answer, you’ll be a man no matter what your size or age.

I told you--ten minutes," he said, breathing heavily. "I don't know how to c-count," Janna said, trying to blink back tears and laughter at the same time. Ty swung up on Lucifer, brought the stallion alongside Zebra and gave Jenna a fierce kiss. "Sweet liar.

the plateau? she silently demanded of Ty. Why did you turn her loose? She could lead

Ty glanced up at the moon through his lashes. They were thick and dark, almost childlike. They gave his face a look of innocence that made him look younger—a strange effect, at odds with his almost frighteningly sharp mind.

Ty se mordió el labio. Durante un momento, Kit pensó que no iba a decirle nada. —No es el significado, solo el sonido —le explicó—. Sombra, cristal, vidrio, estrella, susurro, mellizo. —Apartó la mirada de Kit, una temblorosa silueta en una sudadera demasiado grande con el oscuro pelo absorbiendo la luz de la luna sin reflejarla. —Susurrar también es lo mío —le confesó Kit. Dio un paso hacia Ty y le tocó el hombro con suavidad—. Nube, secreto, huracán, espejo, castillo, espino. —Blackthorn —dijo Ty con una sonrisa deslumbrante, y Kit supo en ese momento que cualquier cosa que se hubiese dicho a sí mismo durante los últimos días sobre escaparse, no era más que una mentira. Y quizá era a esa mentira a la que Livvy había respondido con su actitud en el exterior de la tienda de magia; contra la semilla en el corazón de Kit que le decía que aún podría marcharse.

—Yo... —Kit se dio cuenta de que estaba sonriendo tontamente, y dejó de hacerlo. Siempre había tenido una lengua sarcástica, y nunca había aceptado bien los cumplidos, eso era como si algo en Ty Blackthorn entrara en él y le deshiciera todos los nudos de protección que con tanto cuidado había trenzado para poder vivir. Se preguntó si la gente se referiría a eso cuando decía que se sentía deshecha. Ty frunció el ceño como si no hubiera notado la estúpida sonrisa de Kit. —El problema es —continuó— que ninguno de los dos podemos conducir. No tenemos manera de llegar hasta el Mercado. —Pero tienes un móvil —dijo Kit—. De hecho, hay varios en el Instituto. Los he visto. —Claro —repuso Ty—. ¿Y qué? —Te voy a presentar una maravillosa invención llamada Uber —contestó Kit—. Te va a cambiar la vida, Ty Blackthorn. —Ah, Watson —repuso Ty mientras se metía el clip en el bolsillo—. Tal vez no seas luminoso, pero eres un extraordinario conductor de la luz.

They were organized, the Blackthorns, in the unconscious way that only a family could be: knowing who got pancakes first (Ty), who wanted butter and syrup (Dru), who wanted just syrup (Livvy), and who wanted sugar (Emma).