Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?" Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.
Cassandra ClareI was even a little glad that if it wasn’t going to be me she wanted, it was going to be someone who really deserved her.
Cassandra ClareI believe that authors don't have a responsibility to include "messages" in their work, but they do have a responsibility to write a world that seems true and real, never more than when expecting readers to believe in magic and angels and fairies.
Cassandra Clare