There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.
I played it for my bride, and one day you will play for yours.
Wo men shi jie bai xiong di-we are more than brothers, Will.
Jem’s knees gave out, and he sank to the trunk at the foot of his bed, still playing. He played Will breathing the name Cecily, and he played himself watching the glint of his own ring on Tessa’s hand...
I have not stopped loving her, nor my parabatai; love does not stop when someone dies.
She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it.
Oh, I can never get enough, he said. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when - The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of the shirt, and hauled him insi...
Will closed his eyes. He could not hear Jem go, not anymore; he did not want to know the moment when he left and Will was alone, did now want to know when his first day as a Shawdowhunter without a pa...
I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, t...
This cat is looking at me with judgment.He’s not, said Jules. That’s just his face.You look at me the same way, Mark said, glancing at Julian. Judgy face.
Well, I don't want you to die, Tessa said. I don't know why I feel it so strongly -- I've just met you -- but I don't want you to die.And I trust you, he said. I don't know why -- I've just met you --...
