She is fine. She hates us both but it really didn't sound like anything else was wrong
Cassandra ClareIt was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful." She leaned forward and touched his face lightly, the smooth skin over his hard cheekbone, his hair like feathers against the back of her hand. "I saw rivers, boats like flowers, all the colors of the night sky.
Cassandra ClareNot everything Jace did was insane and suicidal, she reminded herself. It just seemed that way. -Clary, pg.46-
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