He had lost Will Herondale. And he did not know if he could ever get him back.

Someday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs.

There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water; Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She looked like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting at the top of her tower for someone to ride up and rescue her. Not that traditional princess behavior was like Isabelle at all. Isabelle with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.

Your life is yours to live as you choose.

As if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. Since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely.

How generous the universe could be, when he wanted to be!

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.