You cannot reduce the situation to worm jokes, Will. This is Gabriel and Gideonโs father weโre discussing.โ โWeโre not just discussing him; weโre chasing him through an ornamental sculpture garden because heโs turned into a worm.
Cassandra ClareWill remembered the two of them, running through the dark streets of London, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, seraph blades gleaming in their hands; hours in the training room, shoving each other into mud puddles, throwing snowballs at Jessamine from behind an ice fort in the courtyard, asleep like puppies on the rug in front of the fire.
Cassandra Clare