He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything.

All knowledge hurts.

Magnus did not take such suffering lightly, but even mortals did not die of broken hearts. No matter how cruel Grace had been, he told himself, James would heal. Even though he was a Herondale.

You asked me who I belong to. I belong to you.

Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same.

If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?

Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples.