Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.

“I used to think if I married Master Jem—” Sophie picked at the blanket, then lo…”

“Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happe…”

“Jace?" She offered him the glass. "I am a man," he told her. "And men do not co…”

“For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes?”