Well, thanks. It was nice of you to give me anything." The tension between them seemed to press down on her like humid air. "Better than a bath in spaghetti any day." He said darkly, "If you share that little bit of personal information with anyone, I may have to kill you." "Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside the dryer with the clothes," Clary said. "The difference is, she didn't let me." "Probably because going around and around inside a dryer can be fatal," Jace pointed out, "whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.
Cassandra ClareHe played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs; and when he was done, and he'd set the violin back in its box, Will's eyes were closed, but Tessa's were full of tears.
Cassandra ClareI guess itโs true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches." "Thatโs atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.
Cassandra ClareI love you Clary. More then I ever-- God. More than i probably should. You know that, don't you?
Cassandra ClareI wouldn't call that an instrument of music," Ragnor observed sourly. "An instrument of torture, perhaps.
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