There was a man who was worthless, and knew he was worthless, and yet however far down he tried to sink his soul, there was always some part of him capable of great action.
Cassandra ClareAll that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.
Cassandra ClareTessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?
Cassandra Clare