He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.
Cassandra ClareI knew you were crazy, but I didn't realize that you were out of your goddamned mind!!
Cassandra ClareLooking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec's. A girl with long brown curls and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.
Cassandra ClareAlec keeps sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not really.
Cassandra Clare