Kissing Simon was pleasant. It was a gentle sort of pleasant, like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade
Cassandra ClareI didn't know," he said. "I didn't know you needed me." Her voice shook. "I always need you
Cassandra ClareDead bodies didn't resemble unconscious ones; it was as if you could sense that something had fled from them, that some essential spark was now missing.
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