Malcolm Fade Quotes

“Laws are meaningless, child. There is nothing more important than love. And no law higher.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Julian spoke through his teeth. "Malcolm, this is not a love story."
"Every story is a love story.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Malcolm looked warily at her. 'She may be dangerous,' he said to Julian. 'Then again, all women are dangerous.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“I've been thinking of installing a train in my house. It could bring me shrimp crackers from the kitchen.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Malcolm Fade smiled. “Welcome, little Shadowhunters. Few of your kind ever see the inner chambers of Hypatia Vex.”
“Is she welcome, I wonder?” asked Hypatia, with a catlike smile. “Let her approach.”
Cordelia and Matthew advanced together, Cordelia moving cautiously around the rococo chairs and tables, gleaming with gilt and pearls. Close up, the pupils of Hypatia Vex’s eyes were the shape of stars: her warlock mark. “I cannot say I care for the idea of so many Nephilim infesting my salon. Are you interesting, Cordelia Carstairs?”
Cordelia hesitated.
“If you have to think about it,” said Hypatia, “then you’re not.”
“That hardly makes sense,” said Cordelia. “Surely if you do not think, you cannot be interesting.”
Hypatia blinked, creating the effect of stars turning off and on like lamps. Then she smiled. “I suppose you may stay a moment.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“Is it a wart?" said Malcolm. "I can cure that, but it'll cost you."

"Why does everyone always think it's a wart?”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“There is nothing more important than love. And no law higher." - Malcolm Fade”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“One of us," said Malcolm, "is worth five hundred of you. I can burn you to the ground in six seconds flat and use the ashes to stuff a teddy bear for my girlfriend. Not that I have a girlfriend at the moment," he added, "but one lives to hope.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Alec was deeply relieved to see Magnus stroll into view, Malcolm at his side, dripping canal water. “Please don’t risk my boyfriend’s life or limbs,” said Magnus. “I am attached to both. Malcolm, please call off your . . . plants and things.”
The light died in Shinyun’s hands. Malcolm appraised the nest and then clapped his hands several times, taking turns alternating which hand was on top. With each clap, the vines receded.
“Where’s Barnabas?” Alec asked, shaking off the scraps and rubble as he stepped free of the mess.
“I encouraged him to leave,” said Magnus. “Subtly.”
“How?” asked Alec.
Magnus considered. “Maybe not all that subtly.”
Malcolm’s face was even more pallid than usual. “This is terrible,” he announced. “I think I may have lost my security deposit.”
“You don’t have a security deposit,” Alec reminded him. “You stole that Barnabas guy’s house.”
“Oh yes,” said Malcolm, cheering up.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic

“Magnus’s head was tipped back, his shimmering white suit rumpled like bedsheets in the morning, his white cloak swaying after him like a moonbeam. His mirrorlike mask was askew, his black hair wild, his slim body arching with the dance, and wrapped around his fingers like ten shimmering rings was the light of his magic, casting a spotlight on one dancer, then another.
The faerie Hyacinth caught one radiant stream of magic and whirled, holding on to it as if the light were a ribbon on a maypole. The vampire woman in the violet cheongsam, Lily, was dancing with another vampire who Alec presumed was Elliott, given the blue and green stains around his mouth and all down his shirtfront. Malcolm Fade joined in the dance with Hyacinth, though he appeared to be doing a jig and she seemed very puzzled. The blue warlock who Magnus had called Catarina was waltzing with a tall horned faerie.The dark-skinned faerie whom Magnus had addressed as a prince was surrounded by others whom Alec presumed were courtiers, dancing in a circle around him.
Magnus laughed as he saw Hyacinth using his magic like a ribbon, and sent shimmering streamers of blue light in several directions. Catarina batted away Magnus’s magic, her own hand glowing faintly white. The two vampires Lily and Elliott both let a magic ribbon wrap around one of their wrists. They did not seem like trusting types, but they instantly leaned into Magnus with perfect faith, Lily pretending to be a captive and Elliott shimmying enthusiastically as Magnus laughed and pulled them toward him in the dance. Music and starshine filled the room, and Magnus shone brightest in all that bright company.
As Alec made for the stairs, he brushed past Raphael Santiago, who was leaning against the balcony rail and looking down at the dancing crowd, his dark eyes lingering on Lily and Elliott and Magnus. There was a tiny smile on the vampire’s face. When Raphael noticed Alec, the scowl snapped immediately back on.
“I find such wanton expressions of joy disgusting,” he declaimed.
“If you say so,” said Alec. “I like it myself.”
He reached the foot of the stairs and was crossing the gleaming ballroom floor when a voice boomed out from above.
“This is DJ Bat, greatest werewolf DJ in the world, or at least in the top five, coming to you live from Venice because warlocks make irresponsible financial decisions, and this one is for the lovers! Or people with friends who will dance with them. Some of us are lonely jerks, and we’ll be doing shots at the bar.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic

“Love is beautiful." - Malcolm Fade”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“They are human," Magnus said. "It is not in their capability to understand that which by its nature is almost beyond understanding. They see demons as what they fight. They forget that there are unimaginable forces that can bend the laws of the universe. The gods are walking, Malcolm, and none of us are prepared.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Iron

“The Nephilim are descended from angels, but to them angels are fairy tales. A power that exists but is never seen." He sighed. "It is not wise to forget to believe.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Iron

“The gods are walking, Malcolm, and none of us are prepared.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Iron

“...the shape of a man who had lost the only thing that mattered in his life and had to learn to live without it. Food tasted flat; the wind and sun visited him differently; the sound of his heartbeat was always audible in his ears, a broken metronome.”
― Cassandra Clare

“one lives in hope”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Have you,” Emma said in a near whisper, “have you always hated them? Julian and the rest?”
“Always,” he said. “Even when it seemed like I loved them.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight