Her name rang in Will's mind like the chime of a bell; he wondered if any other name on earth had such an inescapable resonance to it. She couldn't have been named something awful, could she, like Mildred. He couldn't imagine lying awake at night, staring up at the ceiling while invisible voices whispered 'Mildred' in his ears. But Tessa--
Cassandra ClareMa'am," Magnus said, advancing. "I must counsel you not to exit the carriage while a demon-slaying is in progress.
Cassandra ClareIt made him feel indispensable and needed - even if the fact that Jocelyn didn't appear to care wheather he slept in her daughter's bed or not did underscore that Clary's mother apparently regarded him as about sexually threatening as a goldfish.
Cassandra ClareKeep up," said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. "I don't want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing's happened to you." "So don't bother." "Last time I left you alone, a demon attacked you," he pointed out. "Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death." He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.
Cassandra ClareI would never date a girl who insisted that I cut you out of my life. Itโs non-negotiable. You want a piece of all this fabulousness?โ He gestured at himself. โWell, my best friend comes along with it. I wouldnโt cut you out of my life, Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentineโs Day gift.โ โGross,โ said Clary. โMust you?โ He grinned. โI must.
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