James had given his heart to this girl, Magnus thought, and Magnus knew well enough from Edmund and Will what it meant when a Herondale gave his heart away. It was not a gift that could be returned.

Change is no loss, Will. Not always.

Jem knotted his fingers in the material of Will's sleeve. "You are my parabatai," he said, "You said once I could ask anything of you.

You've always been what you are. That's not new. What you'll get used to is knowing it.

I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.

By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles," noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days?

Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh- Simon!" "No, I'm Jace," he said patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense.