Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.

[Will Herondale] would say he knew a warlock who was a better friend, and more worth trusting, than many a nephilim warrior.

Hell,” he said. “Just when it was getting interesting, too.” And he leaped into the water after his friend.

Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes.

Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.

Tessa knows Will,” protested Charlotte. “She trusts Will.”“Iwouldn’t go that far,” muttered Tessa.

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?

Meet me in the courtyard in half an hour, then,” said Will. “I’ll wake Cyril. And be prepared to swoon at my finery.

For five years it had been his absolute truth. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Will Herondale lives, therefore Jem Carstairs lives also.

What’s your name, then?”Tessa looked at him in disbelief. “What’s my name?”“Don’t you know it?

Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die.

I can't - I'll chop off my own foot!" "If you're going to chop off anyone's foot, chop off Benedict's," Will muttered.

Jem knotted his fingers in the material of Will's sleeve. "You are my parabatai," he said, "You said once I could ask anything of you.

He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go.