Now that the real and the imagined had collided, he wondered if she, like he, longed for the past, for the normal. He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.

“And as for the Lightwoods," Simon said, "it's not that I like them that much. I…”

“Wherever we are, we are as one”

“He cleared his throat. “You know this means that what we did what we almost did…”

“The Clave thinks the wards will stand forever because they’ve stood for a thous…”