You're a reader as well as a writer, so write what you'd want to read.

I have a plan.” He groaned. “I was afraid of that.” “My plans are not terrible.” “Isabelle’s plans are terrible.” He pointed a finger at her. “Your plans are suicidal. At best.” She sat back, her arms crossed over her chest. “Do you want to hear it or not? You have to keep it a secret.” “I would pluck out my own eyes with a fork before I would give away your secrets,” Simon said, then looked anxious. “Wait a second. Do you think that’s likely to be required?

In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.

Some people value sentiments over diamonds.

Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. "Filthy inside and out.

Maryse sighed."Nothing conclusive.If only the dead could talk,eh,Lucian?

Do you really wish to disobey me, Marbas? Do you wish to anger my father?