Love make us a liar. . Jace Wayland/Herondale, City of Ashes

He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.

Will gave a short laugh. He was in gear as if he had just come from the practice room, and his hair curled damply against his temples. He was not looking at Tessa, but she had grown used to that. Will hardly ever looked at her unless he had to.

It’s that I think Will is angry with me,” Tessa explained. “So whatever he told you—” He laughed. “Will is angry with everyone,” he said. “I don’t let it color my judgment.

No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else-someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.