I always loved you, Will, whatever you did. And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them....

Because the rest of us all are hideous, are we?” Jem inquired, looking amused.

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...

You made me want more than that. You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn...

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

Dear God, I thought she was marrying Gideon. I take it all back.

Father . . . ,” Gabriel began. “Father is a worm.”Will gave a short laugh. He was in gear as if he had just come from the practice room, and his hair curled damply against...

Your honorable father has been impugned. Attack, attack!

–,No te importa siquiera a dónde voy? –dijo él. –,Qué si estoy yendo al Infierno? –Siempre quise ver el Infierno, –dijo Cecily con calma. –,No lo quiere todo el mundo? –La mayoría de nosotros pasamos...

It was good to be here with Jem and Cecily an Charlotte, to be surrounded by their affection, but without her there would always be something missing, a Tessa-shaped part chiseled out of his heart...

If I might ask–,” she began.Will sighed. “You know you’ll ask whether I say it’s all right or not.

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...

You cannot save every fallen bird,” said Woosley, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. “Even the handsome ones.” “One will do,” said Magnus, and, as Will was no longer within his sight,...

Jem knotted his fingers in the material of Will’s sleeve. “You are my parabatai,” he said, “You said once I could ask anything of you.

Hang Mortmain,” said Will. “And I mean that literally, of course, but also figuratively.

I believe everything you say,” Tessa said with a smile, her hands creeping down from his waist to his weapons belt. Her fingers closed on the hilt of a dagger, and she yanked it from...

Tus palabras me han cambiado Tess, han hecho de mí un hombre mejor que no hubiera sido de otra manera. La vida es un libro, y hay miles de páginas que no hemos leído todavía....

I need to know you believe me when I say I love you. That is all.””I believe everything you say,” Tessa said with a smile, her hands creeping doen from his waist to his weapons...

Will!” Charlotte threw up her hands. “Why didn’t you say so?””You know, the books on demon pox are in the library,” Will said with an injured tone. “I wasn’t preventing anyone from reading them

Will smirked, clearly pleased at the effect he was having. “I’ve no idea. I lost consciousness about then. I was having a lovely dream about a young woman who had mislaid all her clothes…

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

There’s plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.

Do you think Charlotte will let me handle the investigation?””Do you think you can be trusted in Downworld? The gaming hells, the dens of magical vice, the women of loose morals…” Will smiled the way...

Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.

I’m boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?

Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre, Tessa pointed out.No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want?

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...

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.

Say something, Will.”But there was nothing to say. There was only emptiness, as there had been before her. As there would always be.’I have lost everything’, Will thought. ‘Everything.

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...

Will smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven.

He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to sit and listen to her talk about books until his ears fell off. But all these were things he could not want, because they were things...

When Will says ‘enterprising’, he means ‘morally deficient.'” “No, I mean enterprising,” said Will. “When I mean morally deficient, I say, ‘Now, that’s something I would have done.

You have been known to call upon Brother Zachariah for a broken toe.”It was turning green,” said Will

I am glad,” he said. “They will be able to take care of each other when I am gone, or at least I can hope for it. He says she does not love him, but...

–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...

Tess,” he called. But she was still such a distance away — she seemed both very near and very far suddenly and at the same time. He could see every detail of her pretty, upturned...

If they mean that it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.

Do stop flirting with my husband,” said Tessa.”I shall not,” Magnus declared, “but I will pause briefly so that I may catch up on your news.

We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel...

under his dripping hair, he was as white as parchment, his hands clenched at his sides so tightly that they were shaking. It seemed clear that some terrible turmoil was ripping him apart from the...

Mother, Father, my chwaer fach,It’s my seventeenth birthday today. I know that to write to you is to break the law, I know that I will likely tear this letter into pieces when it is...

Will-“”I love you so much, so incredibly much,” he went on, “and when you’re this close to me, I forget who you are. I forget you’re Jem’s. I’d have to be the worst sort of...

And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.

Forsooth, I no longer toil in vain,To prove that demon pox warps the brain.So though ‘ti pity, it’s not in vainThat the pox-ridden worm was slain:For to believe in me, you all must deign.

Never trust a duck.

Andwhose fault is that?

Mauve,” said Will.

Requited love is nice, but it doesn’t make much of a ballad.

We’re not just discussing him; we’re chasing him through an ornamental sculpture garden because he’s turned into a worm.