It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. โLadies, ladies โ he said. Though it was the millionth time sheโd heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. โIf you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please donโt fight among yourselves. Thereโs always enough Simon to go around.โ There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep.
Cassandra ClareThat Jem makes beautiful things and I destroy them. That it really ought to be me dying and not him. I mean, what's the point of living if you can't even enjoy it? Yet Jem enjoys all the life he's got. It's not fair.
Cassandra ClareNo. That's Clary; shes's my best friend." Simon pocketed his phone. "And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one.
Cassandra ClareIt is what is left to him," said Will. "Do you not recall what he says to Lucie? 'If it had been possible... that you could have returned the love of the man you see before yourself- flung away, wasted, drunken, poor creature of misure as you know him to be- he would have been conscious this day and hour, in spite of his happiness, that he would bring you misery, bring you to sorrow and repetance, blight you, disgrace you, pull you down with him
Cassandra ClareHe broke up with me." "Because you weren't in love with him. That's an iffy proposition, and I think he's handling with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box." "No one has a boom box anymore. That was the eighties.
Cassandra ClareCharlotte slammed the paper down onto her desk with an exclamation of rage. โAloysius Starkweather is the most stubborn, hypocritical, obstinate, degenerateโโ She broke off, clearly fighting for control of her temper. Tessa had never seen Charlotteโs mouth so firmly set into a hard line. โWould you like a thesaurus?โ Will inquired. โYou seem to be running out of words.
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