I Thought... That We Could At Least

If It's The Lack Of Forbidden You're Worried About. You Could Still Forbid Me To Do Things." "what Kind Of Things?" She Felt Him Smile Against Her Mouth. "things Like This.

He Began It,” Cecily Said, Jerking Her Chin At Will, Though She Knew It Was Pointless. Jem, Will’s Parabatai, Treated Her With The Distant Sweet Kindness Reserved For The Little Sisters Of One’s Friends, But He Would Always Side With Will. Kindly, But Firmly, He Put Will Above Everything Else In The World. Well, Nearly Everything.

Words Were Weapons, His Father Had Taught Him That, And He'd Wanted To Hurt Clary More Than He'd Ever Wanted To Hurt Any Girl. In Fact, He Wasn't Sure He Had Ever Wanted To Hurt A Girl Before. Usually He Just Wanted Them, And Then He Wanted Them To Leave Him Alone.

One Can Give Up Many Things For Love, But One Should Not Give Up Oneself.

The Witchlight Made His Skin Paler, His Eyes More Intently Blue. They Were The Color Of The Water In The North Atlantic, Where The Ice Drifted On Its Blue-black Surface Like The Snow Clinging To The Dark Glass Pane Of A Window.