And in some way, Clary thought, he meant it, meant his gratitude. He had long ago lost the ability to distinguish between force and cooperation, between fear and willingness, between love and torture. And with that realization came a rush of numbnessโwhat was the point of hating Valentine for being a monster when he didnโt even know he was one?
Cassandra ClareYou might want to lie down," Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in.
Cassandra ClareSorry,โ she said breathlessly. โI got lost in the crowd.โ โI noticed,โ he said. โOne second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone.โ Sebastian chuckled. โGirl or boy werewolf?โ โNot sure. Either way, they could have used a shave.
Cassandra ClareSimon I've been trying to call you, but it seems like your phone is turned off. I don't know where you are right now. I don't know if Clary's already told you what happened tonight. But I have to go to Magnus's and I'd really like you to be there. I'm scared for my brother. I never ask you for anything, Simon, but I'm asking you now. Please come. Isabelle. Simon let the letter fall from his hand. He was out of the apartment and on his way down the steps before it had even hit the floor.
Cassandra ClareThis time Clary concentrated, trying to focus her mind on Simon-The Simon-ness of him, the shape of the way he thought, the feeling of hearing his voice, the sence of him close. His whispers, his secrets, the way he made her laugh. 'So', she thought conversationally, 'now that I'm in your mind, wnat to see some naked mental pictures of Jace?' Simon jumped. "I heard that! And, no.
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