The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and... "And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation.
Cassandra ClareNo real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.
Cassandra ClareIn a closed urban fantasy, the magical world is secret and no one knows about it. In an open urban fantasy, everyone knows about it. So with a closed fantasy, you have to figure out how the world keeps itself secret, and with an open one, you have to figure out how knowledge of magic has altered the world we know.
Cassandra ClareBy the Angel, Bridgetโs depressing,โ said Henry, setting down his newspaper directly on his plate and causing the edge to soak through with egg yolk. Charlotte opened her mouth as if to object, and closed it again. โItโs all heartbreak, death and unrequited love.โ โWell, that is what most songs are about,โ said Will. โRequited love is nice, but it doesnโt make much of a ballad.
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