Ladies who were no better than they should be, whose dresses were too tight, too bright and too all the things Magnus liked most, lounged on velvet-covered benches along the walls.
Cassandra ClareHis eyes went soft and silver as she spoke. โZhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de,โ he whispered. She understood it. In all the world, you are what I love the most.
Cassandra ClareShe opened her mouth to answer, but he was already kissing her. She had kissed him so many timesโsoft gentle kisses, hard and desperate ones, brief brushes of the lips that said good-bye, and kisses that seemed to go on for hoursโand this was no different. The way the memory of someone who had once lived in a house might linger even after they were gone, like a sort of psychic imprint, her body remembered Jace. Remembered the way he tasted, the slant of his mouth over hers, his scars under her fingers, the shape of his body under her hands.
Cassandra Clare