Chain of Thorns (The Last Hours, #3)

by Cassandra Clare

There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.

I could never hate you, for all my hate is reserved for myself. I have none left over for anyone else.

I think I would follow you, even if you ordered me away. I am alive because of you, but not only because you commanded me to live. I am alive because my life has you in it.”

“A misericorde,” said Cordelia. “Meant to deliver the death stroke to a wounded knight.” She looked at him in some alarm. “Are you saying…?” Matthew laughed a little breathlessly. “I am saying that with you, I have no armor. I feel everything. For better or worse.”

“Animals are innocent. To have their trust is an honor. He will be miserable unless you let him stay with you, help you. You are not saving him from a burden by keeping him away. Only breaking his heart.”

In James’s right hand was his pistol, gleaming silver, the inscription along its side standing out starkly: LUKE 12:49. I have come to bring a fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled.