The destruction of all Shadowhunters' said Scott. 'I rather thought you knew that. It isn't a gardening club.

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

Comforting someone when they were stricken with loss was something else. It meant commitment. It meant caring. It meant you wanted to ease their pain, and at the same time you were thanking God that whatever the bad thing was that had happened, it hadn't happened to them.

Where is your angel now?

You are Spider-Man!" she exclaimed. Simon glanced down from his perch halfway up the pillar. "That makes you Mary Jane. She has red hair.

aren't you, uh... reproducing? "sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.

Every heart has its own melody.