And indeed it was, the arrow still protruding from its wet, grayish skin, humping its body along with incredible speed. A flick of its tail caught the edge of a statue, sending it flying into the dry ornamental pool, where it shattered into dust. โBy the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles,โ noted Will. โHas no one respect for the classics these days?
Cassandra ClareSimon watched a kelpie skip past, carrying a glass of blue fluid, and raised an eyebrow. โItโs not like Magnusโs party,โ Isabelle reassured him. โEverything here ought to be safe to drink.โ โOught to be?โ Aline look worried.
Cassandra Clare"What are you doing here anyway?" "'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet?"
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