Priscila

“So it’s fate then?” I asked with him so close my lips brushed the line of his jaw with each word, “Us being together?”
“Absolutely,” Calvin said with a low growl. Then he lifted my chin, tilting my head back, and kissed me deeply.

Who was I to argue with Fate?”
― E.J. Stevens

“It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Of course, everyone's going to freak out when you show up at school."
"Freak out? Why?"
"Because you're so much hotter now than when you left." She shrugged. "It's true. Must be a vampire thing."
Simon looked baffled. "I'm hotter now?"
"Sure you are. I mean, look at those two. They're both totally into you." She pointed to a few feet in front of them, where Isabelle and Maia had moved to walk side by side, their head bent together.
Simon looked up ahead at the girls. Clary could almost swear he was blushing. "Are they? Sometimes they get together and whisper and stare at me. I have no idea what it's about."
"Sure you don't." Clary grinned. "Poor you, you have two cute girls vying for your love. Your life is hard.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Facilis descensus Averno
Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis
Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras
Hoc opus labor est”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass