The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise.

“She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having…”

“(Jace) "Is there anything special you want to see? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning…”

“She had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand…”

“That the wall is coming down.”