I would have thought even a certified idiot like Gabriel here would have taken account of it and notified someone." "Notified who?" asked Jem, not unreasonably. He had moved closer to Tessa as the conversation had continued. As they stood side by side, the backs of their hands brushed. "The Clave. The postman. Us. Anyone," said Will, shooting an irritated look at Gabriel, who was starting to get some color back and looked furious. "I am not a certified idiotโ" "Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence," Will muttered.
Cassandra ClareAnd of course you wouldn't be going alone,' Will said impatiently. 'I would go with you. I wouldn't let anything happen to you.
Cassandra ClareHis beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.
Cassandra ClareIf there's a thing I've learned in my life it's to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don't
Cassandra ClareLook, it's easy to outsmart a werewolf or a vampire," Jace said. "They're no smarter than anyone else. But faeries live for hundreds of years and they're as cunning as snakes. They can't lie, but they love to engage in creative truth-telling. They'll find out whatever it is you want most in the world and give it to youโwith a sting in the tail of the gift that will make you regret you ever wanted it in the first place." He sighed. "They're not really about helping people. More about harm disguised as help.
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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