As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring atโit was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed. Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look," he told her pleasantly. "He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed." "No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver." Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic.
Cassandra ClareIf youโre being punished,โ Clary said, โthen so am I. Because all those things you felt, I felt them too, but we canโtโwe have to stop feeling this way, because itโs our only chance.โ Jaceโs hands were tight at his sides. โOur only chance for what?โ โTo be together at all. Because otherwise we canโt ever be around each other, not even just in the same room, and I canโt stand that. Iโd rather have you in my life even as a brother than not at all
Cassandra ClareWo wei ni xie de,โ he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. โYou โ made something for me?โ Tessa asked. โI wrote something for you,โ he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.
Cassandra ClareI wouldn't change it," Simon said. "I wouldn't give up loving you. Not for anything. You know what Raphael told me? That I didn't know how to be a good vampire, that vampires accept that they're dead. But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, I'll always feel like I'm alive.
Cassandra Clare