And what colour do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?' 'Mauve,' said Will.

Staring at him the way she might stare at a beloved place she was not sure she would ever see again, trying to commit the details to memory, to paint them on the backs of her eyelids that she might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.

You don't understand,' she said, and there was a puzzling trace of resentment in her voice. 'Children never do. The love a parent has for a child, there's nothing else like it. No other love so consuming.

For free will is what makes us Heaven's creatures.

I think you ought to let me take poor Tessa into town to get some new clothes. Otherwise, the first time she takes a deep breath, that dress will fall right off her." Will looked interested. "I think she should try that out now and see what happens.

Regret is such a pointless emotion, don't you agree?

Max," Jace said. "Max, I’m so sorry.