Books Are For Reading, Not For Turning

Gideon Lightwood Said He Was At The Institute In Madrid. What On Earth Was He Doing There?' 'faffing About, Most Likely', Said Will.

I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream About It. Wake Up Thinking About It. Pretty Soon I'll Be Writing Morbid Emo Poetry About It.

I Could Not Tell You If I Loved You The First Moment I Saw You, Or If It Was The Second Or Third Or Fourth. But I Remember The First Moment I Looked At You Walking Toward Me And Realized That Somehow The Rest Of The World Seemed To Vanish When I Was With You.

It's Nearly Full Dark. We Should Go." "we? I Thought You Were Going To Leave Me Alone." "i Lied," Jace Said Without A Shred Of Embarrassment.

This Was A Voice That Drew Out Memories Stretched Thin By Years Of Recollection, Like Paper Unfolded And Refolded Too Many Times. A Voice That Brought Back, Like A Wave, The Memory Of Another Time On This Bridge, A Night So Long Ago, Everything Black And Silver And The River Rushing Away Under Her Feet.