Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.

Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance." "I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas. "And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it.

What happened to you?” Jace looked affronted. “What happened to me?” Alec shook him, not lightly. “You said you were going for a walk! What kind of walk takes six hours?” “A long one?” Jace suggested.

She had a plan. Even if it was a little insane.

Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.