Lips. There was something strangely, delicately
indelicate about the word, like a kiss
itself.

“He could feel the strong, steady beat of Isabelle's heart.'I thought you were d…”

“That's right,' said Simon. 'Just remember, when you mother's gnawing at my ankl…”

“Tessa looked at him in disbelief. "what's my name?" "don't you know it?”

“White for Shadowhunters is the color of funerals," Luke explained. “ But for mu…”