Jem leaned closer against the chair, staring into the fire. โBetter it were my hands,โ he said. Will shook his head. Exhaustion was muting the edges of everything in the room, blurring the flocked wallpaper into a single mass of dark color. โNo. Not your hands. You need your hands for the violin. What do I need mine for?
Cassandra ClareCharlotte, darling," Henry said to his wife, who was staring at him in gape-mouthed horror. Jessamine, beside her, was wide eyed. "Sorry I'm late. You know, I think I might nearly have the Sensor working-" Will interrupted. "Henry," he said, "You're on fire. You do know that don't you?
Cassandra ClareWhat are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot?โ Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake. Cecilyโs eyes narrowed. โThis morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearment, like โdarlingโ or โloveโ), now itโs idiot.
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