As Long As There Was Coffee In

Every Heart Has Its Own Melody," He Said. "you Know Mine. - James Carstairs

[will Herondale] Would Say He Knew A Warlock Who Was A Better Friend, And More Worth Trusting, Than Many A Nephilim Warrior.

In Paris One Could Have The Eyes Of A Cat (as He Did) And Tell People It Was A Trick Of Fashion.

We're Called Shadowhunters. At Least, That's What We Call Ourselves. The Downworlders Have Less Complimentary Names For Us.

What Were You Dreaming About?" "you." He Twisted A Lock Of Her Hair Around His Finger. "i Always Dream About You." "oh, Yeah? Because I Thought You Were Having A Nightmare." He Tipped His Head Back To Look At Her. "sometimes I Dream You're Gone," He Said. "i Keep Wondering When You'll Figure Out How Much Better You Could Do And Leave Me.