Yes," said Will, "you two don't seem to have much in common, save for a penchant for demon women and evil.

She pulled away. "That doesn't make any sense." "Neither does this," he said, "but I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?

He has become a worm. That is what I am telling you." "I don't suppose it would be possible," said Henry into the silence, "to, er, step on him?

Gold to airy thinness beat.

What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together.

You are home for me now." --Jem to Tessa

Clary wondered what exactly peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup tasted like.