And in addition to its practical uses, it would seem to work for cosmetic purposes. This powder would make my very skin glimmer for eternity." Henry frowned. "Not eternity," he said, but then he brightened. "But I could make you up another batch whenever you please!" "I could shine at will!" Magnus grinned at Henry.
Cassandra ClareBut they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?
Cassandra ClareIf Iโd just listenedโjust taken one second to listenโit wouldnโt have happened
Cassandra ClareIt's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.
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.
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