Staring at him the way she might stare at a beloved place she was not sure she would ever see again, trying to commit the details to memory, to paint them on the backs of her eyelids that she might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.
Cassandra ClareMy darling, you are indisposed! You must remain abed for the next eight months. Little Buford - " "I am NOT naming our child Buford.
Cassandra ClareTess?” A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.
Cassandra Clare