No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, it's cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes to a full circle, they kept their silence.
Cassandra ClareShutting your eyes and pretending something's not happening doesn't make it not true, Jace.
Cassandra ClareMagnus called me and asked me to come and see you. He tried to reach you, but he couldnโt. He wants you to put him in touch with the Praetor Lupus.โ โPut him in touch withโฆโ Jordan shook his head. โYou canโt just call the Praetor. Itโs not like 1-800-WEREWOLF.
Cassandra ClareWell, you know, your mom gets like this sometimes," Simon said. "Like when she breathes in or out.
Cassandra ClareHenry patted Charlotteโs shoulder anxiously. โWould you like a cool cloth? What can I do to help?โ โYou could ride up to Yorkshire and chop that old goatโs head off.โ Charlotte sounded mutinous. โWonโt that make things rather awkward with the Clave?โ asked Henry. โTheyโre not generally very receptive about, you know, beheadings and things.
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