I have something for you," he said. He dug into his pocket and brought out something, which he pressed into her hand. It was a gray stone, slightly uneven, worn to smoothness in spots. "Huh," said Clary, turning it over in her fingers. "You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don't mean, you know, literally a big rock.
Cassandra ClareTo lose an arm or a leg would be painful, but to lose the central truth of your life feltโfatal.
Cassandra ClareSimon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine's daughter, to be the catalist of it all.
Cassandra Clare