Will remembered the two of them, running through the dark streets of London, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, seraph blades gleaming in their hands; hours in the training room, shoving each other into mud puddles, throwing snowballs at Jessamine from behind an ice fort in the courtyard, asleep like puppies on the rug in front of the fire.
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Cassandra ClareDon't panic, but we've got an audience." Clary turned her head. Perched on a nearby tree branch was Hugo, watching them beadily from bright black eyes. So the sound she'd heard had been wings rather than demented passion. That was disappointing.
Cassandra ClareCharlotte, who had sagged back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, said, โWill, I have already been up all night copying down the relevant parts. Much of it wasโโ โGibberish?โ Jem suggested. โPornographic?โ said Will at the same time. โCould be both,โ said Will. โHavenโt you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?
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