'Will,' she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. 'Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.'
Cassandra ClareGood organization,โ said Magnus. โI knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.โ Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. โDid you sleep with him, too?โ Magnusโs cat eyes widened. โAlexander!
Cassandra ClareMeanwhile,โ Simon added, โI wanted to tell you that lately Iโve been cross-dressing. Also, Iโm sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know.
Cassandra ClareBut how do they get inside?" "They fly," Jace said, and indicated the upper floors of the building. [...] "We don't fly," Clary felt impelled to point out. "No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter." He started across the street toward the hotel. "Flying sounds like more fun," Clary said, hurrying to catch up with him. "Right now everything sounds like more fun.
Cassandra ClareThank you,โ Simon said. โItโs a joke, Isabelle. Heโs the Count. He likes counting. You know. โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .โโ There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. โItโs not realistic.โ โWhat would you prefer? โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .
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