Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they'd whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.
Cassandra ClareMagnus did not take such suffering lightly, but even mortals did not die of broken hearts. No matter how cruel Grace had been, he told himself, James would heal. Even though he was a Herondale.
Cassandra ClareAnd write what you love - dont feel pressured to write serious prose if what you like is to be funny. You're a reader as well as a writer, so write what you'd want to read.
Cassandra ClareWarlock,โ he said. โI know who you are.โ Magnus raised his eyebrows. โYou do?โ โMagnus Bane. Destroyer of the demon Marabas. Son ofโโ โNow,โ said Magnus, quickly. โThereโs no need to go into all of that.โ โBut there is.โ The demon sounded reasonable, even amused. โIf it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?โ Alec looked at Magnus with his mouth open.
Cassandra ClareYou're killing me because you want me to give a message to God for you?" Jace shook his head, the point of the blade scraping across his throat. "You're crazier than I thought
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