No," said Simon. "I know we're not much compared to you, but we don't kill our friends. We try to save them. If Heaven didn't want it that way, we ought to have been given the ability to love." He shoved his hair back, baring the Mark more fully. "No, you don't need to help me. But if you don't, there's nothing stopping me from calling you up again and again, now that I know you can't kill me. Think of it as me leaning on you Heavenly doorbell... forever.
Cassandra ClareI dislike boats," Ragnor observed, looking around. "I get vilely seasick." The turning green joke was too easy. Magnus was not going to stoop to make it.
Cassandra ClareWe shouldnโt,โ protested Isabelle. โThe Clave has a plan.โ โThe Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple,โ said Jace. Alec blinked up at them. โJace is right.โ Isabelle turned on her brother. โWhat do you know? You werenโt even paying attention.โ โI was,โ Alec said, injured. โI said Jace was right.โ โYeah, but thereโs like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so thatโs not proof you were listening,โ said Jace. โThatโs just a good guess.
Cassandra ClareSimon remembered a rhyme his mother used to recite to him, about magpies. You were supposed to count them and say: one for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. "Right," simon said. He had already lost count of the numbers of birds there were. Seven, he guessed. A secret that's never been told. Whatever that was.
Cassandra ClareThe warlock's gaze, on the flames, was remote and distant, as if he were looking back into the past. Simon couldn't help but remember what Magnus had said to him once, about living forever: Someday you and I will be the only two left.
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