Lady Midnight

Jem had once told her that his parabatai, Will, had thrust his hands into a fire to retrieve a packet of medicine that would save Jem’s life.

Quip fast, die young

The quick: the soft, tender flesh underneath the fingernail.

Also means “living,” as in “the quick and the dead.”

She couldn’t help thinking of it as life after that, as if Julian were trying to bite into the bloody matter of his life, to cauterize the messiness somehow

Mark hadn’t heard that voice of Julian’s before, Emma thought, the one that brooked no argument, the one that sounded like a grown man’s. The kind of man you listened to

“The stars will go out before I forget you, Mark Blackthorn.”

“And I love you,” Kieran said. “You are all that exists on the earth and under t

“I’ve only ever given witchlight rune-stones to two people in my life,” said Jace. “Clary and you.”

Oh!” A look of happiness flitted across Emma’s face. “Isabelle’s marrying Simon?”

As far as Julian was concerned, no girl had ever been born who could compare to Emma, but when Clary smiled, she was very pretty. Her whole face lit up. It was something she and Emma had in common, actually. “Yeah,” Clary said. “He’s really happy.”

We are all what we were born to be.

“Tell me you love me, Emma,” he said against her throat. “Even if you don’t mean it.”