We are one now, little brother, you and I," Sebastian said. "We are one.

Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.

Clary's mother apparently reguarded him as about as sexually threatening as a goldfish.

Can I touch your mango?

He would look so young. They were both so young. Tessa knew it was unusual to marry at seventeen and eighteen, but they were racing a clock. The clock of Jem's life, before it wound down.

Wasn't it? Is loyalty still a commendable quality when it is misdirected?

She closed her hands around his and shut her eyes, imagining their bed cut free of this strange prison, floating through space or on the surface of the ocean, just the two of them alone.