Demon pox,' said Will with the satisfaction of the truly vindicated.
And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.
To her you're Jocelyn's daughter. But I'll always be Valentine's son
His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.
You can't raise a child to believe the opposite of what you do.
It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.