I know what you said! My mother would never have belonged to something like that. Some kind of-some kind of hate group." "It wasn't-," Jace began, but Hodge cut him off. "I doubt," he said slowly, as if the words pained him, "that she had much choice." Clary stared. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn't she have had a choice?" "Because," said Hodge, "she was Valentine's wife.
Cassandra ClareHiding here, are you? Thatโs awkward.โ โWhy?โ โBecause I had intended to hide here myself.โ โYou may hide here with me, if you wish.
Cassandra ClareJace whistled. "Raphael is really having an exceptionally bad night." -Jace, pg.283-
Cassandra ClareThe boy was standing alone as though the broken glass all around him were a shining sea and he were an island.
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