Luke moved as silently as fog, while Maryse's heels sounded like gunshots on the marble floor. Clary wondered if Isabelle's propensity for unsuitable footwear was genetic.
Cassandra ClareClary stopped dead in her tracks. "Simon?" "Oh, God," said Jace, sounding resigned. "And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting." -Clary and Jace pg. 114
Cassandra ClareShe had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and desperate and wild. Or that it would taste of holy water. Holy water and blood.
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