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"It is an honor to rule but not always a pleasure, Isla. Go, visit your people. Face them. Be honest with them. You are their ruled. Whether or not you have deemed yourself worthy, you are all they have."

"Less than ten minutes later he slips a ring around my finger, and we swear to love each other till the day we die."

"Because there is no way that I just poured my heart ouut to my academic rival, all while holding his hand?"

"Because we're monsters, Hearteater. Or at least, that's what they think. And monsters stick together."

"I do not wish to become a god. Too much power is dangerous. I have never wanted to win. I simply want to save Lightlark."

"I have watched you. You are a chameleon, becoming everything everyone wants you to be, all the time. Except around me - you don't seem to give a damn what I think of you. The lands I have been entrusted with are dying. I am dying. I will do anything it takes to break these curses. You, or whatever you are planning, will not keep me from that end. So, I will ask you again. What do you want, Wildling?"

"Holland didn't know if she found his cockiness unnerving or reassuring. Maybe a little bit of both. There was something about Adam Bishop, some unnameable quality that made Holland feel as if either he was going to be her unlikely druken savior or he was going to be the end of her."

"As Gabe drifted to sleep, one of his hands slipped under her shirt just enough that his warm fingers were pressed to her bare stomach, and instead of pulling away. Holland leaned deeper in."

"By now, I'm sure many of you have tried to find the devil at a hotel bar, and I probably should have said this before: Be very careful. Hollywood was not built on dreams, it was built on favors from the devil and the devil does not handle it well when those favors aren't paid back."

"Holland never said her parents' name out loud. As far as everyone who knew her in LA was concerned, her name was Holland St. James. Her real alst name was her best-kept secret.'

"The heart of Lightlark blooms every hundred years, attached to a living thing. A plant. If you could identify which types of plants something like the heart might be drawn to, they could guide our search. We could go to where they originate on the island."

"The king was dying. What did that even mean? Chaos erupted at his confession, but he said nothing more before sweeping out of the room. Claiming his win."

"Lightlark became more powerful than either founder could have anticipated. It made both men greedy. Turned friend against friend. It ended in a duel, and when Cronan lost, all of Nightwshade fled to form their own land, one not nealry as strong as Lightlark."

"I cannot die, but you can. Get to San Sebastian. I'll find you. Please, if you value your life as I do, go. Trust me to meet you. Trust me to survive as I trust you to do the same."

"Then kiss me again, Santangel. It was too late for us before we ever meet again."

"But not the man with the red beard. Only he stayed silent and seated. He didn't look sleepy any longer. He certainly didn't look pleased. He remained in his chair, stairing at Luzia, still as a cat that has spotted its prey."

"Luiza saw her reflection in the goblet, changed but unchanged, made perfect and ruined all the same."

"What was clear was that the king of Lightlark had a plan. and it apparently involved Isla staying alive. At least, until he wanted her dead."

"Beauty was a Wilding's gift - and curse. A curse that had gotten her own mother killed. Which only made the fact that she supposedly had her mother's face all the more unsettling."

"Hey, Alec here is the founder of the Downwordler-Shadhowunter Alliance. He's got a Downworlder pass."

"In his dreams Magnus ruled over a ruined world. He sat on a golden throne at the top of a million golden stairs, calling orders in a language he didn't understand to scurrying gray creatures far below him. He was so high that clouds floated by on the stairs below his throne, and beyond the stairs he could see the sun, bloated and red, reflected in flames on the surface of a vast flat ocean."

"She hoped to live a life where the vulnerable voices are heard, to always lend a helping hand, let the guilt be punished, and justice be served."

"Siew Fong pressed for the elevator to go up, entered and that was the last time she ever saw him alive and breathing."

"The wheels squeaked and one of his hands slipped free and fell, hanging limp by the side. He passed her by for the final time. Pale and lifeless. Bidding farewell to an old friend."

"A balanced civil society is one which respects moral and social values and spiritual ideas."

"It was terrifying sometimes, to love another person as much as Emma loved Julian. It felt blinding, desperate, especially when he as in danger."

"It's late. I can hear sirens, motorbikes, delivery trucks, somewhere in the distance a mournful wolf. The music of Manhattan. I'm adding my voice to the song. Let this letter - a letter to you, my dear, my dearest, that you can only read when you come back to me - be my howl to the moon."

"Lucie. If Cordelia were in another world, do you think I could live in this one without her? Do you think I could live with my heart torn out, trapped in the pages of a book?"

"To me. I am Tessa Herondale. Your wife."

"Tessa giggled and drew back. When she did, she saw that Will was watching her, his eyes soft. She could read adoration in them, the depth of which never failed to humble her. But beyond and beneath that, she could see melancholy. The flaw in the diamond."