Цитаты из книги Carry On

все изменится к лучшему, если хорошие люди будут отстаивать истинные ценности

Женюсь на ней. Подарю ей ключи ко всему, что она желает.

А потом найду тысячу мужчин, которые выглядят в точности как чертов Саймон Сноу, и разобью им сердца миллионом изощренных способов.

Сноу сверлит взглядом мой затылок. Его магия щекочет мне нос. Она густая, с запахом дыма. Будто горящая в костре сырая древесина. Окружающих это одурманивает, притупляет разум. Я наблюдаю, как Банс пытается сопротивляться – она сердито смотрит на Сноу. И на меня.

Я поворачиваю голову ровно настолько, чтобы он увидел ухмылку на моих губах.

“The whole prophecy is bollocks,” I say. “‘And one will come to end us. And one will bring his fall.’ Did I also bring my own fall?” “No,” Baz says. “That was me. Obviously.” “How did you bring my fall? I stopped the Humdrum myself.” Baz looks back at his phone, bored. “Fell in love, didn’t you?”

There are five kids in their family: Premal, Penny, Pacey, Priya, and Pip. (Penny says her mother should be charged for child cruelty, and her father for neglect.)

“Does it have to be fatal every time? The biting? Couldn’t you just drink some of a person’s blood, then walk away?” “I can’t believe you’re asking me this, Snow. You, who can’t walk away from half a sandwich.”

“We’re on a truce,” Snow says. “I can still think antagonistically. I’m thinking violent thoughts at you constantly.”

There’s nothing in our world more powerful than nursery rhymes—the poems that people learn as kids, then get stuck in their brains forever. A powerful mage can turn back an army with “Humpty Dumpty.”

They went on acting like nothing had happened. Crowley, they’re lucky I didn’t start devouring people as soon as I hit puberty. I don’t think my father ever would have mentioned it, even if he’d caught me draining the maid. “Basil, change into some new things for dinner. You’ll upset your stepmother.” Though he’d much prefer to catch me disrobing the maid.… (Definitely more disappointed in my queerness than my undeadness.)

We’re not working with the Humdrum—why would any magician work with the Humdrum?—but our house is full of banned books and dark objects. Even some of our cookbooks are banned. (Though it’s been centuries, at least, since the Pitches ate fairies.) (You can’t even find fairies anymore.) (And it isn’t because we ate them all.)

Sharing a room with the person you hate most is like sharing a room with a siren. (The kind on police cars, not the kind who try to entrap you when you cross the English Channel.) You can’t ignore that person, and you never get used to them. It never stops being painful.

I suppose I am gay; my therapist says it`s not even in the top five things I have to sort out right now.

"I`m not the Chosen One," he says. I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. "I choose you," I say. "Simon Snow, I choose you."

Maybe she feels like a jerk about leaving him at Pitch Manor on Christmas Eve. I know I do. The vibe here is very Let`s kill a virgin and write a great Led Zeppelin album.

Baz`s mouth is colder than Agatha`s. Because he`s a boy, I think, and then: No, because he`s a monster. He`s not a monster. He`s just a villain. He`s not a villain. He`s just a boy. I`m kissing a boy. I`m kissing Baz. He`s so cold, and the world is so hot.

I wish you could have known him when he was young. He was handsome, of course. He`s still handsome. Now he`s handsome in a way that everyone sees... Then it was just me.

I`m fairly certain we didn`t know anything now that we didn`t know before, but Bunce is so sharp and confident that every minute with her in the room feels like progress.

I lean into him, because I`m cold and he`s always warm. And because I like to remind him that I`m not afraid of him.

I promised to take care of him. How do you keep a promise like that? To take care of a child, when the child is the greatest power you know... And what does it mean to take care of power? Do you use it? Conserve it? Keep it out of the wrong hands?