Itโs me,โ he said, and cleared his throat. โI could understand if you didnโt believe me, but I swear on the Angel, Iz, itโs me.โ Alec said nothing, but his grip on Jaceโs hand tightened. โYou donโt need to swear,โ he said, and with his free hand touched the parabatai rune near his collarbone. โI know. I can feel it. I donโt feel like Iโm missing a part of me anymore.โ โI felt it too.โ Jace took a ragged breath. โSomething missing. I felt it, even with Sebastian, but I didnโt know what it was I was missing. But it was you. My parabatai.
Cassandra ClareClary's mother apparently reguarded him as about as sexually threatening as a goldfish.
Cassandra ClareTo be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.
Cassandra ClareLight like thin grey soup seeped through the windows. The door opened and Mrs. Dark came in, followed by her sister, who had no head, only the white bone of her spine protruding from her raggedly severed neck.
Cassandra ClareIsabelle glanced back at them. "They're staring at you. Maybe their master died and they're looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets." She grinned. "Or," Simon said ,"maybe they're here for the hash browns.
Cassandra ClareIโd do almost anything for you,โ Simon said quietly. โIโd die for you. You know that. But would I kill someone else, someone innocent? What about a lot of innocent lives? What about the whole world? Is it really love to tell someone that if it came down to picking between them and every other life on the planet, youโd pick them? Is thatโI donโt know, is that a moral sort of love at all?
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