You point your feet out too much when you walk,โ Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. โCamille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duckโ โI do not walk like a duck.โ โI like ducks,โ Jem observed diplomatically. โEspecially the ones in Hyde Park.
Cassandra ClareShe had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just to the left of his collarbone. As she moved away, the clockwork angel slipped free and she saw to her surprise that where it had lain against his skin it had left a mark behind, no bigger than a shilling, in the shape of a pale white star.
Cassandra ClareI have come to understand something about novels," Tessa said. "And what is that?" "They are not true.
Cassandra ClareDamnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash can out of her way and glowered. 'Oh, for goodness's sake,' she said. 'I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And pivacy?
Cassandra ClareDoes she still love you?" "I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't." Alec sputtered. "As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me.
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