Whatever the Clave was discussing, the Council meeting was dragging on brutally late. โBut he knows New York. He doesnโt know Alicanteโ
Cassandra ClareShe hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn't be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.
Cassandra ClareI've always been happy with you," he said. "But I never thought I deserved it." "And now you do?" "And now the feeling's gone," he said. "All I know is that I love you and for the first time, that's good enough.
Cassandra ClareThank you,โ Simon said. โItโs a joke, Isabelle. Heโs the Count. He likes counting. You know. โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .โโ There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. โItโs not realistic.โ โWhat would you prefer? โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .
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