They landed at Simon's feet. "Take your clothes and go!" Isabelle shouted.

She looked up at him with a smile. The smile broke what was left of his resistance--shattered it. He had let the walls down when he'd thought she was gone, and there was no time to build them back up.

He is bound to you,” said the Queen. “But does he love you?

Did Brother Zachariah just steal our cat?

You don't need to worry, though. He's not my type." "I don't think I've ever heard a girl say that before," said Simon. "I thought Jace was the kind of guy who was everyone's type.

Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes.

The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.