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 ClareI don't care about risk to me," he hissed, leaning forward across the table. "I care about what happens to you! Dammit, I'm practically indestructible. Let me go. You stay behind." "Yes," Clary said, "Jace won't find that odd at all. You can just tell him you've always been secretly in love with him and you can't stand being parted.
Cassandra ClareWell,โ Tessa said, sighting along the line of the knife, โyou behave as if you dislike me. In fact, you behave as if you dislike us all.โ โI donโt,โ Gabriel said. โI just dislike him.โ He pointed at Will. โDear me,โ said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. โIs it because Iโm better-looking than you?
Cassandra Clare