How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.

I really wish you hadn't worn that sweater,'he muttered into her ear. 'It's good practice for you,' she replied,her lips moving against his skin. 'Tomorrow,fishnets.' Against her side,warm and familiar,she felt him laugh.

He took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her dress. Even more than in the attic, she felt caught in the eddy of a powerful wave that threatened to pull her over and under, to crush and break her, to wear her down to softness as the sea might wear down a piece of glass.

Maybe you should call him,' Simon suggested, trying not to think too hard about how weird it was to be giving a demon hunter advice about possibly dating a warlock.

Shutting your eyes and pretending something's not happening doesn't make it not true, Jace.

My mom says you only need three people you can rely on to achieve self-actualization.

What's the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?