I don't know who Azazel is," he said. "Isn't he the cat from The Smurfs?" He cast about , but Isabelle just looked up and rolled her eyes at him. "Clary?" he thought Her voice came through, tinged with alarm. "What is it? What happened? Did my mom find out I'm gone?" "Not yet," he thought back. "Is Azazel the cat from The Smurfs?" There was a long pause. "That's Azrael, Simon. And no more using the magic rings for Smurf questions.
Cassandra ClareIf I might make a suggestion,โ said Will. โAbout twenty paces behind us, in the Council room, is Benedict. If youโd like to go back in there and try kicking him, I recommend aiming upward and a bit to the leftโ
Cassandra ClareYou'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.
Cassandra ClareLadies who were no better than they should be, whose dresses were too tight, too bright and too all the things Magnus liked most, lounged on velvet-covered benches along the walls.
Cassandra ClareLooking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec's. A girl with long brown curls and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.
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