You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.

You're my brother." "Those words don't mean anything where we're concerned. We aren't human. Their rules don't apply to us. Stupid laws about what DNA can be mixed with what. Hypocritical, really, considering. We're already experiments.

Maybe. Although I doubt most Shadowhunters get a tattoo of Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on their left shoulder.

There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.

And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.

... love given without free will or truthfulness wasn't love at all.

Without conflict there is no plot, without hope there is no story