I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace.

No fewer than four of my esteemed elders told me I was on no account to ever converse with you, so I vowed that I would know you. My name is Edmund Herondale. May I ask your name? They reffered to you only as 'that disgraceful one-warlock show.

At the time I thought what I had with you and your mother was better than nothing. But if you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.

Her throat ached: adoration, heartbreak, in equal measure. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.

Whatever the Clave was discussing, the Council meeting was dragging on brutally late. “But he knows New York. He doesn’t know Alicante—

I think she just asked if she could touch my mango.

You're a public menace. You shouldn't be allowed out on your own.