If there is a life after this one, he said, let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.
And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.
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.
We were once getting married. And I have loved you all this time- a century and a half. -Jem.
A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.
We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.
Will had shrugged once, helplessly. He had almost wished Jem would be angry with him. It would have been easier. He’d never felt so small within himself as he did when he faced Jem’s expansive kindness.
He speaks of you only with the greatest pride, Will.
For five years it had been his absolute truth. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Will Herondale lives, therefore Jem Carstairs lives also.
Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will’s voice as he read.
Forever and ever, brother, hail. Forever and ever, farewell.
Truth is brighter than Light Falsehood darker than night Revenge is keener than Axe and Love is softer than melting wax.
The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise.
And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.
It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful.
I would give you everything of myself. I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.
Nearly unable to bear the thought of how much he needed her quiet strength, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cold glass.
I will still be in some part the Jem you knew, and I will see you with the eyes of my heart.
He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.
A massive fir, it rose to nearly touch the ceiling at the far end of the ballroom. When Will asked Charlotte how on earth it had gotten in there, she had only waved her hands and said something about Magnus.