You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.

Magnus did not take such suffering lightly, but even mortals did not die of broken hearts. No matter how cruel Grace had been, he told himself, James would heal. Even though he was a Herondale.

Because you told me you don't have feelings for me anymore, and you see, that's very akward, because I still have them for you. And I bet you know it.

It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.

It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.

The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.

He pulled the Carstairs family ring from his finger and held it out to Will. "Take it." Will let his eyes drift down toward it, and then up to Jem's face. A dozen awful things he could say, or do, went through his mind. One did not slough off a persona so quickly, he had found. He had pretended to be cruel for so many years that the pretense was still what he reached for first, as a man might absently turn his carriage toward the home he had lived in for all his life, despite the fact that he had recently moved. "You wish to marry me now?" he said, at last.