Wait a second," Clary said. "I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere.

Then, if you love him," he said quietly, "please, Tessa, don't tell him what I just told you. Don't tell him that I love you.

Those of us who do not live forever do not like change perhaps as much as those of you who do.

If only Simon were here. He could probably bore you to sleep.

I used to think if I married Master Jem—” Sophie picked at the blanket, then looked up and smiled bleakly. “You haven’t broken his heart yet, have you?” “No,” Tessa said. Just torn my own in two. “I haven’t broken his heart at all.

And I do wish she wouldn't sing about poisoning just after we have eaten.

My blood in his veins." ~Jace