As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn’t be sad — or even grieved? But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine.
Cassandra ClareMortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones.
Cassandra ClareI really wish you hadn't worn that sweater,'he muttered into her ear. 'It's good practice for you,' she replied,her lips moving against his skin. 'Tomorrow,fishnets.' Against her side,warm and familiar,she felt him laugh.
Cassandra ClareToo much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.
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