She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into h — Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
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She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
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