I tell myself he's better than he makes himself out to be, but, Tessa, what if he isn't?

There was a man once who said that mothers carry the key of our souls with them all our lives. But you threw mine away

Demon pox," said Sophie. "Mr. Lightwood's got it, has had for years, and it'll kill him in a right couple of months if he doesn't get the cure. And Mortmain said he can get it for him." The room exploded in a hubbub. Charlotte raced over to Sophie; Henry called after her; Will leaped from his chair and was dancing in a circle.

Every life is finite, Will.

I want what you want. Whenever you want it.

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

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