He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face.

I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will.

My blood in his veins." ~Jace

She closed her hands around his and shut her eyes, imagining their bed cut free of this strange prison, floating through space or on the surface of the ocean, just the two of them alone.

Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat's. "But I would make a radiant bride.

That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it?" Magnus pointed. "It's awfully butch for a bookseller.

So you are dying for love, then," Will said finally, his voice sounding constricted to his own ears. 'Dying a little faster for love. And there are worse things to die for.