Just be careful. When we arrive at the house, you canโt look to me for help or instruction. Remember, I am your human subjugate. You keep me about you for bloodโblood whenever you want itโand nothing else.โ โSo youโre not going to speak tonight,โ Tessa said. โAt all.โ โNot unless you instruct me to,โ said Will. โThis evening sounds as if it might be better than I thought.
Cassandra ClareSimon!โ The voice was Claryโs. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what heโd most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. โSimon, you stupid idiot! Iโm over here! At the window!โ Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.
Cassandra ClareStrangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but the way she had leaned into his neck, as if she trusted him utterly. He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he'd had to do it.
Cassandra Clare