It didnโt matter, anyway. There was only one thing she could ask for, in the end, only one real choice. She raised her eyes to the Angelโs. "Jace," she said.
Cassandra ClareCharlotte, who had sagged back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, said, โWill, I have already been up all night copying down the relevant parts. Much of it wasโโ โGibberish?โ Jem suggested. โPornographic?โ said Will at the same time. โCould be both,โ said Will. โHavenโt you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?
Cassandra ClareI always wanted to be a writer since I was around 12 years old and I wrote my first book.
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