Yes," said Will, "you two don't seem to have much in common, save for a penchant for demon women and evil.
Cassandra ClareWill remembered the two of them, running through the dark streets of London, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, seraph blades gleaming in their hands; hours in the training room, shoving each other into mud puddles, throwing snowballs at Jessamine from behind an ice fort in the courtyard, asleep like puppies on the rug in front of the fire.
Cassandra Clare