They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.

I am glad,” he said. “They will be able to take care of each other when I am gone, or at least I can hope for it. He says she does not love him, but—surely she will come to love him in time. Will is easy to love, and he has given her his whole heart. I can see it. I hope she will not break it.

I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sisters.

I should have guessed you were Jace's sister," he said. "You both have the same artistic talent." Clary paused, her foot on the lowest stair. She was taken aback. "Jace can draw?" Nah." When Alec smiled, his eyes lit like blue lamps and Clary could see what Magnus had found so captivating about him. "I was just kidding. He can't draw a straight line.

Is this one of those days where we all stalk out in fury? Because I simply haven't got the energy for it.

How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.

Being sixteen forever sounded good until you really thought about it. Then it didn't seem like such a great prospect.