You cannot reduce the situation to worm jokes, Will. This is Gabriel and Gideonโs father weโre discussing.โ โWeโre not just discussing him; weโre chasing him through an ornamental sculpture garden because heโs turned into a worm.
Cassandra ClareSimon remembered a rhyme his mother used to recite to him, about magpies. You were supposed to count them and say: one for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. "Right," simon said. He had already lost count of the numbers of birds there were. Seven, he guessed. A secret that's never been told. Whatever that was.
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