Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present. Will was beautiful, but he was not hers; he was anybody's. Something in him was broken, and trough that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
