Will," she said softly, sleepily. "Last night--" You were kind to me, she was going to say. Thank you. The glare from his blue eyes stabbed through her. "There was no last night," he said through his teeth. At that, she sat up straight, almost awake. "Oh, truly? We just went right from one afternoon on through till the next morning? How odd no one else remarked on it. I should think it some miracle, a day with no night--

He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it...because it wore the face of a friend.

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.

Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.

No matter what the price offered, no Downworlder would fail to listen to a warning against one of the nephilim.

I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way. We are the same.