Ty Lord 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

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.

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.

Kit: Elemantary? Ty: You know, Holmes never says, "Elementary, my dear Watson", i nthe books. Kit: I swear I've seen it in the movies or maybe on TV. Ty: Who would ever want movies or TV when there are books?

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.

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.

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.

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, as the door flew open and Clary stuck her head in. "Come to the library," she announced. "The tentacle is starting to dissolve." "You drive me wild with your sexy talk," said Jace, pulling on his gear jacket. "Adults," said Kit, with some disgust, and stalked out of the room. To Emma's amusement, Ty and Livvy were instantly on their feet, following him.

Ty: Were you running away? Kit: I was going for a walk. Ty: No, you're lying. You were running away. Kit: Why do you care what I do? Ty: I'm a Shadowhunter. We help people. Kit: Now you're lying Ty: I need you. You might be surprised to hear that.

Ty: I wasn't sure you would come back. Mark: I'll always come back to you, Tiberius. I am sorry if I ever led you to believe anything else.

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: We could go to Baker Street. We are in London. Ty: To 221B Baker Street?

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: All the lights and the shouting and the people. It's like broken glass in my head. Kit: What about fighting? Battles, killing demons, that must be pretty noisy and loud? Ty: Battle is different. Battle is what Shadowhunters do. Fighting is in my body, not my mind. As long as I can wear headphones...

Kit: Look, if you need me so you can arrest me for fun, I feel I should point out it's the sort of thing you can only do once. Ty: I don't want to arrest you. I want a partner. Someone who knows about crimes and people who commit them so they can help me. Kit: You want a ... wait, you've been sleeping outside my room because you want a sort of Watson for your Sherlock Holmes?

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.

Ty smiled. It was a genuine, light-up-your-face-type smile, and it made Kit remember the first time he'd met Ty.

Jules: Shadowhunters take in Shadowhunters. It's what we do. Kit: You really think that's such a good idea? I mean, your house is pretty screwed up, what wit hyour agoraphhobic uncle and your weird brother. Jules: Ty isn't weird. Kit: I meant Mark, Ty isn't weird. He's just autistic. it's not a big deal. Back when I went to mundane school, I knew some kids who were on the spectrum. Ty has some things in common with them. Jules: What spectrum? Kit: You really don't know what I mean?

Ty shook his head. 'No,' he said. 'I'm different.' He didn't sound bothered, or at all upset about it. It was a fact he knew about himself and that was all. Ty had a quiet confidence Kit found to his surprise that he envied.

Ty: Your duffelbag is probably full of things you stole from the Institute. Kit: It ... might be. What's that got to do with you, anyway? None of it's yours. Ty: I want to solve crimes. To be a detective. But nobody here cares about that sort of thing.

I don't care-' 'You do, though,' said Ty. 'You want to live. Just like everyone else does. You don't want to be trapped, is all.

Livvy: Look. Since then, Ty's learned so much about the way people say things they don't mean, about tone not matching expression, all that. But he trusts you, he's let you in. He might not always remember to apply that stuff to you. I'm just saying - don't lie to him. Don't lead him on.

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.

Kit was jolted; had he looked bored? He'd been enjoying the sound of Ty's voice, lively and thoughtful.

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.

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.

Jules: A house with Emma; laughing by a fire together. All that would make it better would be his brothers and sisters somewhere nearby, where he could see them every day, where he could fence with Livvy and watch movies with Dru and help Tavvy learn the crossbow. Where he could look for animals with Ty, hermit crabs down by the edge of the water, scuttling under their shells. Where he could cook massive dinners with Mark and Helen and Aline and they'd all eat them together, out under the stars in the desert air.

I swear I’ve seen it in the movies,” Kit said. “Or maybe on TV.” “Who would ever want movies or TV when there are books?” said Ty with disdain.

Ty was pulling his headphones out of his pocket, bracing his black-sneakered feet just above the top step. 'We're Shadowhunters,' he said. 'We don't run.

What about the Clave?” said Ty. “Have you talked to the Clave?” “Are they ever useful?” Kit muttered under his breath.

Ty leaned against one of the pillars. His hands fluttered at his sides like night butterflies.

Ty naše schůze! A jak si na ně potrpíme! Každý den máme nějakou. Někdy i dvě. Všechno projednáme." ... "Vsadím se, že kdybych teď zatroubil na lasturu, byli by tu všichni jako na koni. Pak bychom náramně slavnostně porozprávěli a někdo by třeba navrhul, že si musíme postavit tryskáč nebo ponorku nebo televizi. A po schůzi by pět minut makali a pak by se rozutekli nebo by šli na hon.

He was already turning to raise his sword against a spiny-looking creature with nubbly, stony skin like a starfish. 'He thought of Ty on the beach with the starfish in his hand, smiling. It filled him with rage- he hadn't realized before how much demons seemed like the beautiful things of the world had been warped and sickened and made revolting.

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.

The moon came out from behind the cloud then, just as the door behind Kit and Ty flew open, and the Shadowhunters poured out. Several of the Centurions carried witchlights: The night lit up, and Kit saw the things coming up the road, spilling onto the grass. They clamored toward the Institute, and on the porch the Shadowhunters raised their weapons.

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

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.

Ty was silent, and in that silence, Kit thought of Ty's headphones, the music in his ears, the whispered words, the way he touched things with such total concentration: smooth stones, rough glass, silk and leather and textured linen. There were people in the world, he knew, who thought human beings like Ty did those things for no reason - because they were inexplicable. Broken. Kit felt a wash of rage go through him. How could they not understand everything Ty did had a reason? If an ambulance siren blared in your ears, you covered them. If something hit you, you doubled up to protect yourself from hurt. But not everyone felt and heard exactly the same way. Ty heard everything twice as loud and fast as everyone else. The headphones and the music, Kit sensed, were a buffer: They deadened not just other noises, but also feelings that would otherwise be too intense. They protected him from hurt. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live so intensely, to feel things so much, to have the world sway into and out of too-bright colors and too-bright noises. When every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven, it only made sense to calm yourself by concentrating all your energy on something small that you could master - a mass of pipe cleaners to unravel, the pebbled surface of a glass between your fingers.

They say death aims only once and never misses, but I doubt Ty Yorkshire thought it would strike with a scrubbing brush. Now his face wears the mask of surprise that sometimes accompanies death: his eyes bulge, carp-like, and his mouth curves around a profanity. Does killing a man who tried to rape me count as murder? For me, it probably does. The law in Missouri in this year of our Lord 1849 does not sympathize with a Chinaman's daughter.

It took Kit a moment to notice that there was already someone standing in the library. Someone he didn't know, who moved toward Magnus just as the warlock eased Livvy down onto the long table. It was a young man about Jace's age, with straight dark hair that looked as if he had slept on it and not bothered to brush it. He wore a washed-out sweater and jeans. He glared at Magnus. "You woke up the kids," he said. "Alec, we have kind of an emergency here," said Magnus. So this was Alec Lightwood. Somehow Kit had expected him to look older. "Small children who are awake are also an emergency," said Alec. "I'm just saying." "All right, move the furniture back," Magnus said to Ty and Kit. "I need some working space." He glanced sideways at Alec as the two younger boys moved chairs and small bookcases out of the way. "So where are the kids?" Magnus was stripping off his coat. Alec held out his hand and caught the coat as Magnus tossed it to him, a practiced move that suggested he was used to the gesture. "I left them with a nice girl named Christina. She said she likes children." "You just left our children with strangers?" "Everyone else is asleep," said ALec. "Besides, she knows lullabies. In Spanish. Rafe is in love.

The place they were going - Ty had the address - was on Gill Street, Magnus had explained, in Limehouse. "Used to be a terrible neighborhood," he said. "Full of opium dens and gambling houses. God, it was fun back then." Mark had looked immediately panicked. "Don't worry," Magnus had added. "It's very dull now. All fancy condos and gastropubs. Very safe.

Not all faeries are bad," said Ty. "Some faeries are good, some are bad, like anyone," said Kit. "But that might be too complicated for the Clave." "It's too complicated for most people," Ty said.

Emma read aloud from the diaries, and Julian took notes. Every once in a while they would stop, take pictures with their phones of their notes and questions, and text them to the Institute. Sometimes they got questions back and scrambled to answer them; sometimes they got nothing. Once they got a picture of Ty, who had found an entire row of first-edition Sherlock Holmes books in the library and was beaming. Once they got a picture of Mark's foot. Neither of them knew what to make of that.

silence, Kit thought of Ty’s headphones, the music in

You know, Holmes never says, 'Elementary, my dear Watson,' in the books," said Ty. "I swear I've seen it in the movies," Kit said. "Or maybe on TV." "Who would ever want movies or TV when there are books?" said Ty with disdain.

You don't know how to get into it?" Kit asked. Ty shook his head, clearly disgruntled. "It's not Shadowhunter magic. We don't learn other kinds. It's forbidden." This struck Kit as a stupid rule. How were you ever supposed to know how your enemies operated if you made it forbidden to learn about them?

Who would ever want movies or TV when there are books?” said Ty with disdain.

Who says I’se free? I warn’t neber no slabe. I libed wid qual’ty an’ was one ob de fambly. Take dis bandanna off? No, ‘deedy! dats the las’ semblance I’se got ob de good ole times. S’pose I is brack, I cyan’t he’p it. If mah mammy and pappy chose for me ter be brack, I ain’t gwine ter be lak some white folks I knows an’ blame de Lord for all de ’flictions dat comes ’pon ’em. I’se put up wid dis brackness now, ’cordin’ to ol’ Mis’s Bible, for nigh on ter ninety years, an’ t’ank de good Lord, dat eberlastin’ day is mos’ come when I’ll be white as Mis’ Chloe for eber mo’! [Her mistress had died some years before.] What’s dat, honey? How I knows I’se gwine ter be white? Why, honey, I’se s’prised! Do you s’pose ’cause Mammy’s face is brack, her soul is brack too? Whar’s yo’ larnin’ gone to?

—¿Y quién quiere películas o televisión cuando hay libros? —replicó Ty con desdén.

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.

Ty sonrió. Una auténtica sonrisa de las que iluminaban el rostro, e hizo que Kit recordara la primera vez que se habían visto. En esa ocasión no tenía a Ty sentado encima, pero le apoyaba una daga en el cuello. Kit lo miró y se olvidó de la daga. «Hermoso», había pensado. Hermoso como los cazadores de sombras eran hermosos, como la luz de la luna reflejándose en los bordes de un cristal quebrado: encantador y letal. Cosas hermosas, cosas crueles, crueles de un modo que solo puede ser la gente que cree absolutamente que su causa es la correcta.

—¿Cuál es el lema de los nefilim...? —continuó Jace. —«Somos polvo y sombras» —contestó Ty sin levantar la mirada de su libro. —Aunque algunos somos una sombra muy atractiva —añadió Jace mientras la puerta se abría y Clary asomaba la cabeza. —Ven a la biblioteca —le pidió—. El tentáculo está comenzando a deshacerse. —Me vuelves loco con esa charla sexy —bromeó Jace al tiempo que se ponía la chaqueta. —Adultos... —dijo Kit con aire displicente, y salió de la habitación.

—Si haces reír a Livvy, puntúas doble —añadió Ty desde el pasillo. —Bueno, en ese caso... —Kit fue tras ellos. A fin de cuentas, ¿qué era lo que había dicho Jace? Que los Herondale nunca se resistían a un desafío.

Diana la miró sorprendida. —Pensaba que te preocuparías por ellos —dijo—. Que te lo tomarías a la tremenda. Livvy negó con la cabeza agitando su larga melena, de un tono más claro que el de Ty. —¿Preocuparme de que hayan ido a divertirse y a ver Feéra mientras que nosotros nos quedamos aquí haciendo de sirvientes? Cuando vuelvan, voy a tener unas palabritas con Julian. —¿Qué palabritas? —Ty pareció confuso durante un momento, luego su rostro se iluminó—. Oh, le vas a soltar unos tacos. —Voy a usar todas las palabrotas que conozco y buscaré unas cuantas más —le aseguró Livvy.

Ty subió hasta el porche y se sentó al lado de Kit. Olía levemente al desierto, a arena y a salvia. Kit pensó en por qué le gustaba el sonido de la voz de Ty: era raro oír a alguien que disfrutara tanto sencillamente compartiendo información.

—Así que ahora está despierto todo el mundo —dijo Kit—. Supongo que eso no significa que debamos retirarnos al interior, ¿no? Ty se estaba sacando los auriculares del bolsillo y posicionaba los pies, con sus zapatillas negras, justo por encima del último escalón. —Somos cazadores de sombras —respondió—. No huimos.

What's the Nephlim motto again?" "'We are dust and shadows,'" said Ty, not looking up from his book. "Some of us are very handsome dust," Jace added, as the door flew open and Clary stuck her head in. "Come to the library," she announced. "The tentacle is starting to dissolve." "You drive me wild with your sexy talk," said Jace, pulling on his gear jacket. "Adults," said Kit, with some disgust, and stalked out of the room.

Uh-oh, I forgot about the whole saying grace aspect of Thanksgiving. I watch Dad closely as hands begin to link around the table. Will he go along? Kyle snatches Dad’s left hand. I exhale in relief as he doesn’t pull away, and I pick up his right. When the circle is fully linked, Betty begins. “Dear Lord, we just want to thank you for the glory and power of your amazing works in bringing us such a magnificent dinner this year….. “Uh-huh.” Vonda and Wesley murmur an affirmation. I should have known this wouldn’t be the quick and tidy Episcopal grace of my grandmother’s table. I cast a furtive glance from under my bangs. How’s Dad holding up? Everyone else is looking down, but Dad is studying Betty intently. “…and Lord, we want to offer up praise for gathering in so many of your lambs that we thought might be lost, but they ain’t lost no more…” “Praise Jesus!” Vonda shouts. Ty and Marcus manage to look both embarrassed and grateful. Dad’s gaze hasn’t left Betty’s face. I’m hoping Betty might be winding down, but she seems to be gathering more steam. “…and Lord we want to shout our praise for sending us the gift of a woman who opened up her home to us today and who gave our Ty a second chance and that would be your sweet child, Audrey…” “Shout it out!’ Vonda calls. “Uh-huh,” the rest of the guests murmur. Dad is silent. I feel his fingers twitch in my hand. Poor little Kyle is ready to face-plant into the mashed potatoes as Betty takes yet another breath. “Lord, ain’t none of us know what tomorrow will bring. Might be joy, might be pain. We try to walk on a righteous path, Lord, but let’s face it, we all sinners and we probably gonna stray. But we know you gonna forgive us. That’s what keeps us goin’. Brothers and sisters, believe the good news—we are forgiven!” Silence shimmers and twists before us. I can’t look up. “Amen.