He needed the release of the tears, she thought but he'd forgotten the mechanisms of weeping after so many years of holding back.

Is that cat dead? Diana demanded.''No he isn't,'' Emma cooed and kissed his furry face. Church went limper. ''He just hates affection

She wanted to say more, say the words they were forbidden to say, but she didn’t—just looked at him silently and thought them, wondering if anyone had thought these words before in the Silent City. If they had thought them like this: with equal hope and despair. I love you. I love you. I love you.

At the edge of everything, love and faith have always brought me back, and back to you.

Let us burn.

Emma’s gaze went from Alec to Jace, curious. “Do you worry about him?” she asked Alec, surprising a laugh out of him. “All the time,” he said. “Jace could get himself killed putting his pants on in the morning. Being his parabatai is a full-time job.

Why did you pull the arrow out?” she demanded, pulling her sweater over her head. She had a tank top on under it. She patted his chest and side with the sweater, absorbing as much of the blood as she could.Jules’s breath was coming in harsh pants. “Because when someone—shoots you with an arrow—” he gasped, “your immediate response is not—‘Thanks for the arrow, I think I’ll keep it for a while.’”“Good to know your sense of humor is intact.

Emma was all the good in him, he thought, all that burned bright. But then the pain had come, and the sense of something wrong.

...she'd held the sword to her as if it were a child, heedless of the deep cut the blade left on her arm.