Simon stepped between them. “I’m not going to let you fight with each other.” “And what are you going to do about it if . . . Oh.” Jace's gaze trailed up to Simon’s forehead, and he grinned reluctantly. “ So basically you’re threatening to turn me into something you can sprinkle on popcorn if I don’t do what you say?

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two.

Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples.

He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played.

How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room.

Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones.