We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
Cassandra ClareCecy, what are you doing here?" She took a step forward, then paused on the threshold, glancing down at her bare feet. โI could ask of you the same.โ โI like to talk to the horses at night. They make good company. And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.
Cassandra ClareHello, hello.โ Magnus swept toward them..."Alec, my darling, Clary. And rat-boy." He swept a bow toward Simon, who looked annoyed. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" "We came to see Jace," Clary said. "Is he all right?" "I donโt know," Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?" "What โ," Alec began, and broke off as Magnus laughed. "Thatโs not funny." "Youโre so easy to tease. And yes, your friend is just fine. Well, except that he keeps putting all my things away and trying to clean up. Now I canโt find anything. Heโs compulsive.
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