Demons feed on death and pain madness," Valentine said. "When I kill, it is because I must. You grew up in a falsely beautiful paradise surrounded by fragile glass walls, my daughter. Your mother created the world she wanted to live in and she brought you up in it, but she never told you it was an illusion. And all the time the demons waited with their weapons of blood and terror to smash the glass and pull you free of the lie.
Cassandra ClareBeautiful. He'd called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn't count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful.
Cassandra ClareShe felt as if the world were tilting and she was clinging on helplessly, trying to keep from tumbling into a black abyss.
Cassandra ClareNot enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.
Cassandra ClareYou could say anything you wanted to someone you thought you were never going to see again.
Cassandra ClareYou point your feet out too much when you walk,โ Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. โCamille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duckโ โI do not walk like a duck.โ โI like ducks,โ Jem observed diplomatically. โEspecially the ones in Hyde Park.
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