Well, you know, your mom gets like this sometimes," Simon said. "Like when she breathes in or out.
Cassandra ClareHe had to think he was Michael Waylandโs son, or the Lightwoods would not have protected him as they did. It was Michael they owed a debt to, not me. It was on Michaelโs account that they loved him, not mine.โ โMaybe they loved him on his own account,โ said Clary.
Cassandra ClareI'm here," she said, skidding to a stop. "Can we go now?" Sebastian insisted on helping her on with the coat. "I don't think anyone's ever helped me with my coat before," Clary observed, freeing the hair that had gotten trapped under her collar. "Well, maybe waiters. Were you ever a waiter?" "No, but I was brought up by a Frenchwoman," Sebastian reminded her. "It involves an even more rigorous course of training.
Cassandra ClareRagnor looked very regretful about all the choices that had led him to his being in this place and especially in this company
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