Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.
Cassandra ClareI never said that. I just didn't correct you when you were, you know, wrong. Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you're not allowed to be mad." -Jace
Cassandra ClareWith their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.
Cassandra ClareBut they love each other," Clary said, appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?" Luke looked toward the river, at the dark water moving slowly under the light of the autumn moon. "Sometimes, Clary," he said, "love just isn't enough.
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