He made a sound of frustation, caught at her hand, brought it to his chest, and pressed it flat over his heart. The steady beat hammered against her palm. "Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.

The Will I fell in love with, she almost said."And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall hit you with my umbrella.

Beautiful girls should know how to defend themselves against the advances of gentlemen.

In some ways, we've been through something no one else can ever understand but the two of us... And it made me realize. We are always and absolutely better together.

Who said we were owed happiness?

Concerned about my safety, are you? -William Herondale.

When the fey were worried, it was time to panic.