And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a moment Tessa felt a stab of guilt. It lasted only a moment, though. Slowly Jessamine lowered her hand from her mouth, her face still very pale. "Goodness, my nose is enormous," she exclaimed. "Why didn't anyone tell me?
Cassandra ClareI don't think she doesn't believe she can die. I think, just like you always did, she believes there are things worth dying for.
Cassandra ClareI think when we make choicesโfor each choice is individual of the choices we have made beforeโwe must examine not only our reasons for making them but what result they will have, and whether good people will be hurt by our decisions.
Cassandra ClareBut the person who stepped out of the front door was tall and thin, with short, spiky dark hair. he was wearing a gold mesh vest and a pair of silk pajama pants. He regarded Clary with mild interest, puffing gently on a fantastically large pipe as he did so. Though he looked nothing at all like a Viking, he was instantly and totally familiar. Magnus Bane
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