" Jem stood up and held out his hand to Will. Without realizing it, he held his breath. Perhaps this was a dream after all, and when Jem touched him Will would vanish away again. But Will’s hand was warm and solid and strong, and Jem drew him up easily. Together they began to run lightly over the tiles of the roof.
The night was very beautiful and warm, and they were both young. "
― Cassandra Clare , Ghosts of the Shadow Market