“Tom watched with his arms folded as the life that had been within Kobe died out, and the fire continued.”

“Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her--a brilliant, joyous light. And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She thought of Nate, bleeding to death in her arms. She had been powerless then, to help him. As she was now. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.”

“He had to live out the entirety of his life as Dalton Prestwick. It was really a worse fate than anything Tom could inflict on him.”

“Well, well, well," said Aitch Dee, his arms folded across his chest. "Well, well, well, well," replied Pavel, not to be out welled.”

“For how many generations now had his people been turning their backs on things? How long had they sat in their living rooms and watched other people die?”

“Then he folded his arms on his chest, so his biceps strained at the sleeves of his t-shirt, courtesy of the arm curl machine.”