[Will Herondale] would say he knew a warlock who was a better friend, and more worth trusting, than many a nephilim warrior.

He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.

I am not going to live, and I can choose to be as much for her as I can be, to burn as brightly for her as I wish, and for a shorter time, than to burden her with someone only half-alive for a longer time. i is my choice, William, and you cannot make it for me.

I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but... I promise you, the right man won't care.

He will get through this, even if he thinks he won't.

By the time Alec came back into the training room, Jace was lying on the floor, envisioning lines of dancing girls in an effort to ignore the pain in his wrists. It wasn’t working. ~pg. 317~

Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?