She felt as if she bled her regret and loneliness from her very pores, and yet she could not shape those feelings into any sentiment she could imagine her parents could bear reading.
Cassandra ClareJace knew he was being cruel, and he barely cared. Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood.
Cassandra ClareAh,โ said Magnus. โNerd love. It is a beautiful thing, while also being an object of mockery and hilarity for those of us who are more sophisticated.
Cassandra Clare