“Rocking back and forth, she clutched the sword like it was the only thing she had ever loved, and let the blood spill down instead of tears.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He knew Alec enough by now to know the conflicting impulses that warred in him. He was conscientious, the kind of person who believed that the others around him were so much more important than he was, who already believed… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
