He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal." Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Cassandra ClareThere was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.
Cassandra ClareI have a suggestion," said Valentine to Luke, in a surprisingly even tone. "Let me guess," said Luke. "It's 'Don't kill me,' isn't it?
Cassandra ClareTessa exhaled. She hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath until that moment. Will must have heard her, for he raised his head and his gaze met hers across the clearing. Something in it made her look away. Agony stripped so raw was not meant for her eyes.
Cassandra ClareDo you miss Wales?โ Tessa inquired. Will shrugged lightly. โWhatโs to miss? Sheep and singing,โ he said. โAnd the ridiculous language. Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw.โ โWhat does that mean?โ โIt means โI wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,โ Quite useful.
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