Well, I don't want you to die," Tessa said. "I don't know why I feel it so strongly -- I've just met you -- but I don't want you to die." "And I trust you," he said. "I don't know why -- I've just met you -- but I do.
Cassandra ClareI want you to say dreadfully mad, funny things and make up songs and be--' The Will I fell in love with, she almost said. "And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall hit you with my umbrella." *** "You would make a very ugly woman." "I would not. I would be stunning." Tessa laughed. โThere,โ she said. โThere is Will. Isnโt that better? Donโt you think so?โ โI donโt know,โ Will said, eyeing her. โIโm afraid to answer that. Iโve heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.
Cassandra ClareYouโre not the only one who calls them that; the other Downworlders do the same,โ said Will. โI discovered that fact while investigating the symbol. I must have carried that knife through a hundred Downworld haunts, searching for someone who might recognize it. I offered a reward for information. Eventually the name of the Dark Sisters came to my ears.โ โDownworld?โ Tessa echoed, puzzled. โIs that a place in London?โ โNever mind that,โ said Will. โIโm boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?
Cassandra ClareIt's Simon. He's missing." "Ah," said Magnus, delicately, "missing what, exactly?" "Missing," Jace repeated, "as in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared." "Maybe he's gone and hidden under something," Magnus suggested. "It can't be easy getting used to being a rat, especially for someone so dim-witted in the first place." "Simon's not dim-witted," Clary protested angrily. "It's true," Jace agreed. "He just looks dim-witted. Really his intelligence is quite average.
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