She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green...

Marry me,” he said. “Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave...

I think there is hope for you yet, Will Herondale.I will try to learn how to have it, without you to show me. Tessa, Jem said. She knows despair, and hope as well. you can...

it’s like she knows me already.

Mauve,” said Will.

As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at—it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a...

Iwouldn’t go that far,” muttered Tessa.

Who knows your courage better than I?

He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. “You cut me,” he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. “It might...

Eres como yo. Dices las cosas que pienso pero nunca digo en voz alta. Lees los libros que leo. Amas la poesía que yo amo. Me haces reír con tus canciones ridículas y la forma...

It is not easy to be different, and even less so to be unique. But I begin to think I was never meant for an easy road.

They’re still looking at him,” she said to Magnus under her breath. “At Will, I mean.””Of course they are,” said Magnus. His eyes reflected light like a cat’s as they surveyed the room. “Look at...

Jem always said that Will rushed toward the end of a mission rather than proceeding in a measured manner, and that one must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the...

I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way....

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one’s liking.

Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made...

Life was an uncertain thing.

I can’t – I’ll chop off my own foot!” “If you’re going to chop off anyone’s foot, chop off Benedict’s,” Will muttered.

Anyone that looked like that wouldn’t need to tie up girls and imprison them in order to get them to marry him

Will’s face turned grave. “Be careful with it, though. It’s six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing or damaging it is punishable by death under the Law.”Tessa thrust the book...

You’re in a charming temper, aren’t you, William?” interrupted Jem,though there was no edge to his voice.

ーEscribí algo para ti, ーla corrigió con una sonrisa y comenzó a tocar. Ella escuchó emocionada; comenzó lento, sencillo, su control sobre el arco producía un sonido armónico. La melodía la lleno tan fresca y...

Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name,” Will said. “You can have mine.”Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. “Your name?”Will took a step toward her,...

Míralo. El rostro de un ángel malicioso y los ojos como el cielo nocturno en el Infierno. Es muy hermoso, y a los vampiros les gusta eso. Y no puedo decir que a mí me...

He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs; and when he was done, and he’d set the violin back...

She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just to the left of his collarbone. As she moved away, the clockwork angel...

Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.

Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing –...

[…] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

I don’t let it color my judgment.

Because women never say what they think.

Oh, do you have A Tale of Two Cities?””That silly thing? Men going around getting their heads chopped off for love? Ridiculus.” Will unpeeled himself from the door and made his way toward Tessa where...

La vida es un libro, y hay miles de páginas que no hemos leído todavía.

Well, I don’t want you to die,” Tessa said. “I don’t know why I feel it so strongly — I’ve just met you — but I don’t want you to die.””And I trust you,” he...

And to the devil with it if she is!” said the Consul. “One girl, who is not Nephilim, is not, cannot, be our priority.””She is my priority!” Will shouted.

He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday...

We should go back inside,” she said, in a half whisper. She did not want to go back inside. She wanted to stay here, with Will achingly close, almost leaning into her. She could feel...

Cuando estás leyendo un libro, y sabes que habrá una tragedia; puedes sentir el frió y la oscuridad llegando, ver la red tejiéndose cerca de los personajes que viven y respiran en las páginas. Pero...

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each...

It’s too late,” she said.”Don’t say that.” His voice was half a whisper. “I love you, Tessa. I love you.

You’re the shape-changer aren’t you?” he said. “Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.”Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary...

His blue eyes were very dark…Will’s were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night…

Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him...

Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two.

Achilles was murdered with a poisonedarrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes; the Angel knows why anyone would want to be one.

It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand—a boy who is not quite white and not quite foreign either.””Just as I am not human, and not demon either,”...

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and...

I would, at any rate, but then, I am well known to be remarkably shy.

He wanted to run to her, wrap her in his arms. Protect her. But it was Jem’s place to do those things, not his. Not his.” -Will Herondale

She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.