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 ClareI know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but... I promise you, the right man won't care.
Cassandra ClareClary?โ Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. โYou doโyou still love me, donโt you?โ โI love Jace Lightwood,โ she said. โI donโt know who you are.
Cassandra Clare