Value your parabatai,” he said. “For it is a precious bond. All love is precious. It is why we do what we do. Why do we fight demons? Why are they not fit custodians of...

Let yourself rest, Will.

And yet here he was, looking at Jem Carstairs, a boy so fragile-looking that he appeared to be made out of glass, with the hardness of his expression slowly dissolving into tentative uncertainty. “You are...

That the wall is coming down.

because Magnus would have turned me into a hat rack.

Something missing. I felt it, even with Sebastian, but I didn’t know what it was I was missing. But it was you. My parabatai.

He’s not dead.

I have not stopped loving her, nor my parabatai; love does not stop when someone dies.

I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left —?

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

I have heard sometimes that men who lose an arm of a leg still feel that pain in those limbs, though they are gone,’ said Will. ‘It is like that sometimes. I can feel Jem...

Whither thou goest, I will go;Where thou diest, will I dieAnd there will I be buried:The Angel do so to me, and more also,If aught but death part thee and me.

Wherever we are, we are as one

You are my conscience. You have ever been, James Carstairs.

Will closed his eyes. He could not hear Jem go, not anymore; he did not want to know the moment when he left and Will was alone, did now want to know when his first...

Those are the words of the oath. ‘Untilaught but death part thee and me.’ Someday, Will, I will go where none canfollow me, and I think it will be sooner rather than later.

–Mi consciencia, –susurró Will. –Tú eres mi consciencia. Siempre lo has sido, James Carstairs. Haré esto por ti, pero primero voy a conseguir una promesa. –,Qué clase de promesa? –Me pediste hace años que cese...