He didn't know what books meant to her, that books were symbols of truth and meaning.
Cassandra ClareYou didn't have to come after me." "Yes, I did," he said. "You're far too inexperienced to protect yourself in a hostile situation without me." "That's sweet. Maybe I'll forgive you." "Forgive me? Fro what?" "Fro telling me to shut up." His eyes narrowed. "I did not... Well, I did, But you were-" "Never mind.
Cassandra ClareAll that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.
Cassandra Clare