Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who'll break my Heart

She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

Consider it a race to see who kills you first, Daylighter-Valentine, the other Downworlders, or the Clave.

Hello?" Isabelle called from the other side. "Simon, is your diva moment over? I need to talk to Jace.

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

You didn't have to come after me." "Yes, I did," he said. "You're far too inexperienced to protect yourself in a hostile situation without me." "That's sweet. Maybe I'll forgive you." "Forgive me? Fro what?" "Fro telling me to shut up." His eyes narrowed. "I did not... Well, I did, But you were-" "Never mind.

She still felt his gaze on her like the brush of a finger across the back of her neck, making her shiver.