And when I saw him[my father] lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might be not. Either way, we're on our own.
Cassandra ClareI have a plan.โ He groaned. โI was afraid of that.โ โMy plans are not terrible.โ โIsabelleโs plans are terrible.โ He pointed a finger at her. โYour plans are suicidal. At best.โ She sat back, her arms crossed over her chest. โDo you want to hear it or not? You have to keep it a secret.โ โI would pluck out my own eyes with a fork before I would give away your secrets,โ Simon said, then looked anxious. โWait a second. Do you think thatโs likely to be required?
Cassandra ClareNo, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, it's cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes to a full circle, they kept their silence.
Cassandra ClareI want my people to be protected, strong, and not to be driven into corners until they either become killers or are killed!
Cassandra ClareThrough many waters borne, brother, I am come to thy sad grave, that I may give these last gifts to the dead. Forever and ever, brother, hail. Forever and ever, farewell.
Cassandra ClareWhite for Shadowhunters is the color of funerals," Luke explained. โ But for mundanes, Jace, itโ s the color of weddings. Brides wear white to symbolize their purity.โ โI thought Jocelyn said her dress wasnโt white,โ Simon said. โWell,โ said Jace, โI suppose that ship has sailed.โ Luke choked on his coffee.
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