Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.

Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?

It was a bit warm. Still. If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to. One should wear everything, or one should wear nothing at all.

Some secrets, she thought, were better told; some were better left the burden of the carrier, that they might not cause pain to others.

Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present. Will was beautiful, but he was not hers; he was anybody's. Something in him was broken, and trough that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away.

Surely the Shadowhunter community must honor you and hold you in high esteem as a gentleman who has truly advanced their race. No, Henry said sadly. Mostly they wish that I would stop suggesting new inventions and cease setting fire to things.

We live forever by the grace of human love, which rocked strange children in their cradles and did not despair and did not turn away.