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...

Change is no loss, Will. Not always.

So you are dying for love, then,” Will said finally, his voice sounding constricted to his own ears. ‘Dying a little faster for love. And there are worse things to die for.

All my life, since I came to the Institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace. When you are gone...

I don’t know how to live in the world as a Shadowhunter without Will. I don’t think i even want to. I am still a parabatai, but my other half is gone.