He produced a handkerchief—crisply folded—and handed it to her. She took it with silent astonishment. She’d never before known anyone who carried a handkerchief.

He was a vampire now. He was supposed to have eternity. But what he had was days.

Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.

They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.

endless hope, endless disappointment.

He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.

If you do not intend to help us," she said, "then leave this house. Dawn is coming." "I am not a vampire." Magnus said. "I shall not disappear with the light" "You will if I kill you before the sun comes up.