What You're Blaming Yourself For Is Being

You Can’t Just Keep Grabbing At Me Every Time You See Me. It’s Not A Substitute For Actually Talking.

There Might Not Be So Much Of A Difference Between The Side Of Light And The Side Of Dark As You Suppose. After All, Without The Dark, There Is Nothing For The Light To Burn Away.

You Are In Love And You Think That Is All There Is In The World. But The World Is Bigger Than You, Will, And May Have Need Of You. You Are A Shadowhunter. You Serve A Greater Cause. Your Life Is Not Yours To Throw Away.

I Don’t Know What To Do,” Will Said. “mortmain Has Taken Tessa, And I Believe Now I Know Where She Might Be. There Is A Part Of Me That Wants Nothing More Than To Go After Her. But I Cannot Leave Jem. I Swore An Oath. And What If He Wakes In The Night And Finds I Am Not Here?” He Looked As Lost As A Child. “he Will Think I Left Him Willingly, Not Caring That He Was Dying. He Will Not Know. And Yet If He Could Speak, Would He Not Tell Me To Go After Tessa? Is That Not What He Would Want?” Will Dropped His Face Into His Hands. “i Cannot Say, And It Is Tearing Me In Half.

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.