trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she'd studied all too briefly.

I used to think if I married Master Jem—” Sophie picked at the blanket, then looked up and smiled bleakly. “You haven’t broken his heart yet, have you?” “No,” Tessa said. Just torn my own in two. “I haven’t broken his heart at all.

Go in peace, James Carstairs.

Like letting spiders live because they eat mosquitoes, Clary thought. "So they're good enough to let live, good enough to make your food for you, good enough to flirt with-but not really good enough? I mean, not as good as people.

Will had laid down his heart for her and Jem to walk upon because he loved them more than he loved himself

Tatiana's eyes were huge and poison-green, eyes with enough pain in them to eat away at a world and devour a soul.

It was like the calm just as one engaged in battle, Will thought, when thought fled and inevitability took over.