“Screw you," I told him in a low voice."Are you offering?”"From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.”

“The directness of her question throws me. "I don't know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities...to get together with someone. And we've both screwed up so many times"- my voice grows quiet - "that we've missed our chance.""Anna." Mer pauses. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.""But—""But what? You love him, and he loves you, and you live in the most romantic city in the world.”

“I've screwed everything up royally. I remember you saying that growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change.”

“You evah hear of a magic screw?'I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.”

“But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship—and I know you can take some of my strength, I've heard of warlocks doing that—so I'm offering. Take it. It's yours.”

“When I heard you cry I followed you, and saw you put down your handkerchief, screwed up, with its rage, with its hate, knotted in it.”