“You can never replace what you’ve lost, can you?” Tessa said. “You can only find new love to fill the void left behind.” As always, the memory of Will sat between them, his absence a presence. “We both learned that lesson too young,” Jem said, “but I suppose everyone learns it eventually. Loss is what it means to be human.”

“You can never replace what you’ve lost, can you?” Tessa said. “You can only find new love to fill the void left behind.” As always, the memory of Will sat between them, his absence a presence. “We both learned that lesson too young,” Jem said, “but I suppose everyone learns it eventually. Loss is what it means to be human.”

— Cassandra Clare