You’re my sister,” he said finally. “My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you”—he laughed soundlessly and without any humor—“to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do.

I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.

Wo ai ni, Tessa,” he whispered. “Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.” She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant. I love you. And I don’t want to lose you.

Will: Have you ever seen what happens to someone with demon pox? First it lies dormant. One begins to turn yellow and green. Then the swelling sets in - Jem: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DEMON POX.

Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

The two are now bound inextricably. Should one die, the other will follow. No wepon in this world can wound only one of them