Gracious," said Cecily. "You must be Mr. Sallows." "Nephilim," observed the shop owner gloomily. "I detest Nephilim." "Hmph," said Cecily. "Charmed, I'm sure.
Cassandra ClareLord, you're Irish," said Will. "Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce.
Cassandra ClareYou are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetimeโs worth.
Cassandra ClareThere is a coldness to the Clave, it is true. We are dust and shadows. But you are like the heroes of ancient times, like Achilles and Jason.โ โAchilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes; the Angel knows why anyone would want to be one.
Cassandra ClareHave you told Eric and the rest of them thatโโ โThat Iโm a vampire? No. It isnโt the sort of thing you just drop into casual conversation.โ โMaybe not, but theyโre your friends. They should know. And besides, theyโll just think it makes you more of a rock god, like that vampire Lester.โ โLestat,โ Simon said. โThat would be the vampire Lestat. And heโs fictional.
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