Moreover, I wish to assure you both that I did not make any amorous advances on female monkeys.
Cassandra ClareJem leaned closer against the chair, staring into the fire. โBetter it were my hands,โ he said. Will shook his head. Exhaustion was muting the edges of everything in the room, blurring the flocked wallpaper into a single mass of dark color. โNo. Not your hands. You need your hands for the violin. What do I need mine for?
Cassandra ClareThey all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.
Cassandra Clare