How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.

Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.

You promise me, he said. That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.

I think you ought to let me take poor Tessa into town to get some new clothes. Otherwise, the first time she takes a deep breath, that dress will fall right off her." Will looked interested. "I think she should try that out now and see what happens.

What's wrong, little sis? You look upset." She could barely catch her breath. "Cracked...my...nail polish slapping your... worthless face. See?" She showed him her finger - just one of them. "Cute" He snorted.

There is no cure for fictional character love, but the plus side is that it is an entirely benign disease with no bad side effects.

This is bad," said Jace. "You said that before." "It seemed worth repeating.