He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because “night” and “starlight” rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn’t turn out that well...
Surely the Shadowhunter community must honor you and hold you in high esteem as a gentleman who has truly advanced their race. No, Henry said sadly. Mostly they wish that I would stop suggesting new inventions and cease setting fire to things.
It was good to be here with Hem and Cecily an Charlotte, to be surrounded by their affection, but without her there would always be something missing, a Tessa-shaped part chiseled out of his heart that he could never get back.
Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.
Jem cried out with all his remaining strength. You cannot go where I am going! Nor would I want that for you!
Wo men shi jie bai xiong di-we are more than brothers, Will.
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.