She had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each one of them from the other.
Cassandra ClareMy advice to young writers would be to write every day, even if it is only a few words. Get yourself on the habit of writing and it will become a lifelong one. And find a place to write where you are physically comfortable. You can't concentrate if you aren't. Ernest Hemingway could only write standing up, and Truman Capote could only write lying down!
Cassandra ClareI get no sense from his note at all,โ said Will, bounding to his feet, โexcept that he can quote Tennysonโs lesser poetry. Sophie, how quickly can you have Tessa ready?โ โHalf an hour,โ said Sophie, not looking up from the dress. โMeet me in the courtyard in half an hour, then,โ said Will. โIโll wake Cyril. And be prepared to swoon at my finery.
Cassandra ClareJemโs eyes had widened, and then heโd laughed, a soft laugh. โDid you think I did not know you had a secret?โ heโd said. โDid you think I walked into my friendship with you with my eyes shut? I did not know the nature of the burden you carried. But I knew there was a burden.โ Heโd stood up. โI knew you thought yourself poison to all those around you,โ heโd added. โI knew you thought there to be some corruptive force about you that would break me. I meant to show you that I would not break, that love was not so fragile. Did I do that?
Cassandra ClareI am a man, and men do not drink pink drinks. Now, be gone, woman, and fetch me something brown." Jace said. "Brown?" said Isabelle. "Yes. Brown. It's a manly color. See? Alec is wearing it." Jace said. "Well, it was black but it faded." Alec said. "Well, I can always fix it up with something sparkly," Magnus said, holding a sparkley headband. "Resist the urge, Alec, resist the urge." Simon said.
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