He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.
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Cassandra ClareBy the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles," noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days?
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