I Do Not Know Two Finer People

Hang Mortmain," Said Will. "and I Mean That Literally, Of Course, But Also Figuratively.

There Was Something About Jace, Though, That Made Her Want To Push Him, Crack That Shell Of Cynicism And Make Him Admit Her Believed Something, Felt Something, Cared About Anythinng At All.

You Stole A Boat,” She Snapped. “what Am I Doing With You, You Boat-stealing Lunatic?

Love Potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint My Way To Turn Down Payment, But Any Man Who Looks Like You Has Got No Need Of Love Potions, And That’s A Fact.

The Two Are Now Bound Inextricably. Should One Die, The Other Will Follow. No Wepon In This World Can Wound Only One Of Them