His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.
Cassandra ClareJem touched the parabatai rune on his shoulder, through the thin material of his nightshirt. "I am not alone," he said. "Wherever we are, we are as one.
Cassandra ClareClary closed her eyes. Remembering the way Jace had looked at her the night she'd freed Ithuriel, she couldn't help but imagine the way he'd look at her now if he saw her trying to lie down to die on the sand beside him. He wouldn't be touched, wouldn't think it was a beautiful gesture. He'd be angry at her for giving up. He'd be so--disappointed.
Cassandra ClareSo you're not going to speak tonight," Tessa said. "At all." "Not unless you instruct me to," said Will. "This evening sounds as if it might be better than I thought.
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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