Orasul de sticla

“‘Clary. I’d almost forgotten. You’re in love with her, aren’t you? The shame of your nasty incestuous impulses must nearly have killed you. Too bad you didn’t know she’s not really your sister. You could have spent the rest of your life with her, if only you weren’t so stupid.’ He bent down, pushing the knife harder, it’s edge scraping bone. He spoke in Jace’s ear, a voice as soft as a whisper. ‘She loved you too,’ he said. ‘Keep that in mind while you die.’”

—	Jonathan Morgenstern — “City of Glass” p. 462