It could have been the whole thing where you stabbed him.

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.

Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.

He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.

Clary didn't ask what that was. She was busy trying not to fall over. The ground was heaving up and down under her feet. "Jace," she said, and crumpled into him. He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it every day. Maybe he did.

Will looked up in apparent relief when Charlotte and Tessa came in. "Will," Charlotte said, "You remember Miss Gray?" "My recollection of her," said Will, "is most vivid indeed.

He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.