You ate something yesterday.You sure?"asked Simon Jace shrugged."Well,I wouldnt swear on a stack of Bibles.I think it was yesterday,though.

Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine. - James Carstairs

Don't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.

Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything.

Words have the power to change us.

khalepa ta kala, greek. It means 'beauty is harsh'.

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they'd whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.