It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth." "But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began. "Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.

Don't fight in front of the client, boys." Catarina implored in her sweet voice," or I will knock your heads together so hard, your skulls will crack like eggs

It was Will who broke the silence. "Very well. You have me alone in the corrider-" "Yes, yes," said Tessa impatiently,"and thousands of women all over England would pay handsomely for the privilege of such an opportunity. Can we put aside the display of your wit for a moment? This is important.

And what colour do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?' 'Mauve,' said Will.

Hotter than me? --Jace

Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.