The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise.

Perhaps he's in love with Agatha," she said. "I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

You can see where it was, years ago. Like an old woman who was once beautiful, but time has taken her beauty away.

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

Very well," Magnus said. "Let us pause for a moment and consider—Oh, you have already run off Splendid.

I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.

Who am I?” he whispered. “For years I pretended I was other than I was, and then I gloried that I might return to the truth of myself, only to find there is no truth to return to. I was an ordinary child, and then I was a not very good man, and now I do not know how to be either of those things any longer. I do not know what I am, and when Jem is gone, there will be no one to show me.