“I don't remember everything," he said. "Not yet. But I remember you." He brought her hand up, touched the gold ring on her right index finger, the Fair Folk metal warm to the touch. "Clary," he said. "You're Clary. You're… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Maureen wants to touch you,” Clary said with a sideways grin. “Bad touch.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
