“Atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale.”

“Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.”

“At last he reached out and with a gentle hand, closed Valentine’s eyes."Ave atque vale, Shadowhunter," he said.”

“Ave Atque ValeHail and farewell”

“Ave atque vale... Hail and farewell. He had never given much thought to the words before, he had never thought about why they were not just a farewell but also a greeting. Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as it was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in every parting there was some joy of the meeting as well.He would not forget the joy.”

“atque illi artifices corporis simulacra ignotis nota faciebant; quae uel si nulla, nihilo sint tamen obscuriores clari uiri.”