Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

Waiting for a special occasion to kill me? Christmas is coming.

It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand.

If the marriage were valid, she'd be your sister-in-law.

What happened to you?” Jace looked affronted. “What happened to me?” Alec shook him, not lightly. “You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?” “A long one?” Jace suggested.

We had and incident. I took care of it." "Really." Jace's voice dripped sarcasm. "Do you even know how to use that knife, Clarissa? Without poking a hole in yourself or any innocent bystanders?

The only time people turned to watch her go by was when she hurtled past them as she fell.