You never cared that I was your sister before.” “Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,” he said. “There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.

How generous the universe could be, when he wanted to be!

Something snapped inside Maryse. “He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.

I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness.” - Jem Carstairs

It was like the calm just as one engaged in battle, Will thought, when thought fled and inevitability took over.

You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.

Then forget Gabriel. Is there a particular reason you keep biting vampires?" Will touched the dried blood on his wrists, and smiled. "They don't expect it.