Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be." He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.

You’re attacking that one like a wolverine.

It was odd, (Tessa thought), what brought out tenderness in people.

I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.

Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.

Jace knew he was being cruel, and he barely cared. Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood.

It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.