I would give you everything of myself. I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.

Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash can out of her way and glowered. 'Oh, for goodness's sake,' she said. 'I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And pivacy?

She pulled away. "That doesn't make any sense." "Neither does this," he said, "but I don't care. I'm sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don't you understand that? Can't you see it's killing me?

Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else's.

How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room.

I'll walk you back, Jace said. "As for Simon, he can manage his own way back in the dark-can't you Simon?" "Of course he can, Alec said indignantly, as if eager to make up for his earlier slighting of Simon. "He's a vampire-and," he added, "I just realized that you were probably joking. Never mind me.

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.