He produced a handkerchiefโcrisply foldedโand handed it to her. She took it with silent astonishment. Sheโd never before known anyone who carried a handkerchief.
Cassandra ClareWill only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her--a brilliant, joyous light. And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She thought of Nate, bleeding to death in her arms. She had been powerless then, to help him. As she was now. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Cassandra ClareMagnus didn't really want this kind of thing this early in the morning - this talk of aching memories and wanting to forget. This conversation needed to end, now.
Cassandra ClareThe funny thing about mundies is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means.
Cassandra ClareRomanian? That's impressive," said Jace. "Not many people speak it." "Do you?" Sebastian asked with interest. "Not really," Jace said with a smile so disarming Simon knew he was lying. "My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer.
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