Never trust a duck" - Will Herondale "We are bound, you and I, over the divide of death, down through whatever generations may come. Forever." - Will Herondale

I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.

Will remembered the two of them, running through the dark streets of London, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, seraph blades gleaming in their hands; hours in the training room, shoving each other into mud puddles, throwing snowballs at Jessamine from behind an ice fort in the courtyard, asleep like puppies on the rug in front of the fire.

Clary closed her eyes. Remembering the way Jace had looked at her the night she'd freed Ithuriel, she couldn't help but imagine the way he'd look at her now if he saw her trying to lie down to die on the sand beside him. He wouldn't be touched, wouldn't think it was a beautiful gesture. He'd be angry at her for giving up. He'd be so--disappointed.

If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you'd have forever.

Magnus had a list of favored traits in a partner-black hair, blue eyes, honest.

The funny thing about mundies is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means.