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“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and he did, hot languorous slow kisses that sped up as his heartbeat did, as the movement of their bodies quickened against each other. Each kiss was different, each rising higher and higher like a spark as a fire grew: quick soft kisses that told her he loved her, long slow worshipful kisses that said that he trusted her, playful light kisses that said that he still had hope, adoring kisses that said he had faith in her as he did in no one else. Clary abandoned herself to the kisses, the language of them, the wordless speech that passed between the two of them.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I didn't know," he said. "I didn't know you needed me."
Her voice shook. "I always need you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“You don't have to. I have enough faith in you," she said, "for the both of us.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels