Lucy

“I am Cortana, of the same steel and temper as Joyeuse and Durendal.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“You could sketch me,” said Emma. She flung herself down onto her seat, leaning her head on her hand.
“ ‘Draw me like one of your French girls.’ ”
Julian grinned.
“I hate that movie,” he said. “You know I do.”
Emma sat up indignantly.
“The first time we watched Titanic, you cried.”
“I had seasonal allergies,” Jules said.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his bare chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way through his sternum. 'Break my heart,' he said. 'Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“I need to be whole again. Even if it doesn’t last.”
“It can’t last,” she said, staring at him, because how could it, when they could never keep what they had? “It’ll break our hearts.”
He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his bare chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way through his sternum. “Break my heart,” he said. “Break it in pieces. I give you permission.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows