He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
James, you are all the family I have. I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will: "You are not really dying, are you?" Jem: "So they tell me." Will: "I am sorry." Jem: "No. Don’t be ordinary… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
