Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too.

You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention.

Are you threatening to kidnap me?" "If you want to look at it that way," Jace said, "yes.

She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

He'd burn the whole world down til he could dig out you of the ashes.

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.

You had every right to be. He raised his eyes to look at her and she was suddenly and strangely reminded of being four years old at the beach, crying when the wind came up and blew away the castle she had made. Her mother had told her she could make another one if she liked, but it hadn't stopped her crying because what she had thought was permanent was not permanent after all, but only made out of sand that vanished at the touch of wind and water.