You don't need to worry, though. He's not my type." "I don't think I've ever heard a girl say that before," said Simon. "I thought Jace was the kind of guy who was everyone's type.
Cassandra ClareWillโs voice dropped. โEveryone makes mistakes, Jem.โ โYes,โ said Jem. โYou just make more of them than most people.โ โI โโ โYou hurt everyone,โ said Jem. โEveryone whose life you touch.โ โNot you,โ Will whispered. โI hurt everyone but you. I never meant to hurt you.โ Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. โWill โโ โYou canโt never forgive me,โ Will said in disbelief, hearing the panic tinging his own voice. โIโd be โโ โAlone?โ Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. โAnd whose fault is that?
Cassandra ClareSophie has a gift," she said. "She has the Sight. She can see what others do not. In her old life she often wondered if she was mad. Now she knows that she is not mad but special. There, she was only a parlor maid, who would likely have lost her position once her looks had faded. Now she is a valued member of our household, a gifted girl with much to contribute.
Cassandra ClareHe looked at her levelly. There was something in his eyes, a sort of quizzical admiration; she wondered if it was simply admiration of Jessamineโs looks. โNo,โ he said. โNo, even though you are the perfect picture of Jessamine, I can see Tessa through it somehow as if, if I were to scrape away a layer of paint, there would be my Tessa underneath.โ โI am not your Tessa either.โ The light sparkling in his eyes dimmed. โFair enough,โ he said. โI suppose you are not.
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