You know that feeling,โ she said, โwhen you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.โ His blue eyes were dark with understanding โ of course Will would understand.
Cassandra ClareYou point your feet out too much when you walk,โ Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. โCamille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duckโ โI do not walk like a duck.โ โI like ducks,โ Jem observed diplomatically. โEspecially the ones in Hyde Park.
Cassandra Clare