This was a voice that drew out memories stretched thin by years of recollection, like paper unfolded and refolded too many times. A voice that brought back, like a wave, the memory of another time on this bridge, a night so long ago, everything black and silver and the river rushing away under her feet.
Cassandra ClareYou look lousy,"Simon said. Jace blinked."Seems an odd time to start an insult contest,but if you insist,I could probably think up something good
Cassandra ClareBut they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?
Cassandra ClareIt was Will who broke the silence. "Very well. You have me alone in the corrider-" "Yes, yes," said Tessa impatiently,"and thousands of women all over England would pay handsomely for the privilege of such an opportunity. Can we put aside the display of your wit for a moment? This is important.
Cassandra ClareI do not mean to seem indelicate or ungrateful," said Linette Owens, "but are you a dangerous lunatic?
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