He found himself looking into many faces for potentional love, and seeing many people as shining vessels of possibility. Perhaps this time there would be that indefinable something that sent hungry hearts roving, longing and searching for something, they knew not what, and yet could not give up the quest.
Cassandra ClareI'm not so sure about this wind and howling darkness business," Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?
Cassandra ClareI decided it was well past time to take him home and place him in bosom of his family. If you had rather I put him in an orphanage, I fully understand.
Cassandra Clare