They're still looking at him.... At Will..."
"Of course they are.... Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell.

“Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken…”

“Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if …”

“Hey, pretty thing," he said. "What's in the bag?""Holy water," said Jace, reapp…”