What is this?โ he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. โThisโฆ thisโฆ thing?โ โA parsnip?โ Jem suggested. โA parsnip planted in Satanโs own garden.โ said Will. He glanced about. โI donโt suppose thereโs a dog I could feed it to.โ โThere donโt seem to be any pets about,โ Jemโwho loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Churchโobserved. โProbably all poisoned by parsnips,โ said Will.
Cassandra ClareI know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.
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