I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.
Cassandra ClareRaphael snapped, "This isn't funny." "That's why no one's laughing." Jace stood, hauling Raphael upright, jamming the tip of his knife between Raphael's shoulder blades.
Cassandra ClareI wouldn't call that an instrument of music," Ragnor observed sourly. "An instrument of torture, perhaps.
Cassandra ClareJace flushed a slow, dark red. "It's not like that. If I thought it would help the Clave-but it won't. She'll just get hurt-" "Even if you thought it would help the Clave", Simon said, "you'd never let them have her." "What makes you say that, vampire?" "Because no one can have her but you"said Simon
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