Will spread his arms wide. On his knees, grinning like a demon, blood dripping from his mouth, he barely looked human himself. “Come and get me.

You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?

Yes," said Will, "you two don't seem to have much in common, save for a penchant for demon women and evil.

Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thouroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests. You had to have a hand on his collar constantly.

I would give you everything of myself. I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.

It was a very bad idea. It was a terrible idea. It was the worst idea he had ever heard. It was irresistible.

You may be the only guy my age I've ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it's in Earl Grey tea." "Yes, well," Jace said, with a supercilious look, "I'm not like other guys. Besides," he added, flipping a book off the shelf, "at the Institute we have to take classes in basic medicinal uses for plants. It's required." "I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.