Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?

Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.

We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt-I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted-and then I realized that truly I just wanted you

Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. "The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.

He didn't know what books meant to her, that books were symbols of truth and meaning.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night.

There is more to living than not dying," he said. "Look at the way you live Will. You burn as bright as a star.