I know about parabatai,” said Magnus, an angry, dark undercurrent to his voice. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left —?

Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his eyebrow in response. "Well, aside from mine of course," Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.

I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know how to be without you.

As long as everyone's wearing their own pants." "I see I have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.

I want what you want. Whenever you want it.

Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?

Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?