All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

I tell so many lies, sweetheart," he said. "which one specifically?

The angel brought you back." "Because you asked him to. You could have anything alse in the world, and you asked for me." "But I dont want anything else in the world. I love you. I would do it again. I would ask for you.

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

If there was an arrow speeding toward Will, I would be bound by oath to step in front of it.' 'Handy, that,' said Will.

Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.

Every book is different with it's own personality just like children.