Though Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once there had been a bunch of someone's belongings strewn all over the landing with a note attached to a jacket lapel addressed to "A lying liar who lies." Right now there was a bouquet of flowers taped to the door with a card tucked among the blooms that read I'M SORRY. That was the thing about New York: you always knew more about your neighbors' business than you wanted to.
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.
Cassandra ClareHe carried a pipe in his left hand, and as he examined Will at his leisure, he exhaled sending a cloud of sweet-smelling, cough-induced smoke. 'Finally broke down and admitted you're in love with me, have you?'He inquired of Will. 'I do enjoy these suprise midnight declarations.' He leaned against the doorway and waved a languid ringed hand. "Go along, have at it.
Cassandra ClareOf course I can see you. I'm not blind, you know. Oh, but you are. You just don't know it.
Cassandra ClareI've met an attractive weasel or two in my time. He looks more like a rat." -pg.170-
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