I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just know.
Cassandra ClareIt was a very bad idea. It was a terrible idea. It was the worst idea he had ever heard. It was irresistible.
Cassandra ClareIt didnโt matter, anyway. There was only one thing she could ask for, in the end, only one real choice. She raised her eyes to the Angelโs. "Jace," she said.
Cassandra ClareVery well," Magnus said. "Let us pause for a moment and considerโOh, you have already run off Splendid.
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