Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?

One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.

My mom says you only need three people you can rely on to achieve self-actualization.

I do not know two finer people and could not imagine better news. May your lives together be happy and long. Congratulations, brother.

She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. " I'ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want a girl to 'ate you, there's easy enough ways of making it 'appen. You don't need my help with the poor thing." And with that, she vanished, spinning away into the mists among the graves. Will, looking after her, sighed. "Not for her," he said, under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, "for me..." and he leaned his head against the cold iron gate.

Without conflict there is no plot, without hope there is no story

Something snapped inside Maryse. “He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.