What he needs now is to love and have that love returned.

Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.

there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side." - jace

Every heart has its own melody.

She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.

Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.

Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now." "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused.