I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if heโs doddering off to the grave.
Cassandra ClareSimon!โ The voice was Claryโs. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what heโd most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. โSimon, you stupid idiot! Iโm over here! At the window!โ Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.
Cassandra Clare