No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend." "We're Millennium Lint now," Simon protested
Cassandra ClareSomeday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs.
Cassandra ClareThe Clave thinks the wards will stand forever because theyโve stood for a thousand years. But so did Rome, till the barbarians came. Everything falls someday
Cassandra ClareShe'd been impressed by his looks at first--those sharply planed cheekbones and those black, fathomless eyes--but his affable, sympathetic personality grated on her now. She didn't like boys who looked as if they never got mad about anything. In Isabelle's world, rage equaled passion equaled a good time.
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