Theyโre not hideous,โ said Tessa. Will blinked at her. โWhat?โ โGideon and Gabriel,โ said Tessa. โTheyโre really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.โ โI spoke,โ said Will, in sepulchral tones, โof the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.โ Tessa snorted. โAnd what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?โ โMauve,โ said Will.
Cassandra ClareI was looking for the opposite, really -something that might put an end to being in love
Cassandra ClareBut they love each other," Clary said, appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?" Luke looked toward the river, at the dark water moving slowly under the light of the autumn moon. "Sometimes, Clary," he said, "love just isn't enough.
Cassandra ClareThough Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once there had been a bunch of someone's belongings strewn all over the landing with a note attached to a jacket lapel addressed to "A lying liar who lies." Right now there was a bouquet of flowers taped to the door with a card tucked among the blooms that read I'M SORRY. That was the thing about New York: you always knew more about your neighbors' business than you wanted to.
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