From The First Time I

The Young Man Who Appeared At The Mouth Of The Alley Was Pale In The Lamplight—paler Even Than He Usually Was, Which Was Quite Pale Indeed.

Sometimes One Must Choose Whether To Be Kind Or Honorable," He Said. "sometimes One Cannot Be Both.

It's A Coffee Cup." She Could Hear The Irritation In Her Own Voice. "i Know It's A Coffee Cup." "i Can't Wait Till You Draw Something Really Complicated, Like The Brooklyn Bridge Or A Lobster. You'll Probably Send Me A Singing Telegram.

He Made A Sound Like A Choked Laughed Before He Reached Out And Pulled Her Into Her Arms. She Was Aware Of Luke Watching Them From The Window, But She Shut Her Eyes Resolutely And Buried Her Face Against Jace's Shoulder. He Smelled Of Salt And Blood, And Only When His Mouth Came Close To Her Ear Did She Understand What He Was Saying, And It Was The Simplest Litany Of All: Her Name, Just Her Name.

His Beauty Did Not Blaze Like Will's Did In Fierce Colors And Repressed Fire, But It Had Its Own Muted Perfection, The Loveliness Of Snow Falling Against A Silver Gray Sky.