Will remembered the two of them, running through the dark streets of London, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, seraph blades gleaming in their hands; hours in the training room, shoving each other into mud puddles, throwing snowballs at Jessamine from behind an ice fort in the courtyard, asleep like puppies on the rug in front of the fire.
Cassandra ClareBeautiful. He'd called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn't count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful.
Cassandra ClareSometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear that burden, so they donโt have to, in a situation where telling them will change nothing.
Cassandra ClareFine,โ Kyle said. โIโm a werewolf. Iโm not part of a pack, but I do have an alliance. Have you heard of the Praetor Lupus?โ โIโve heard of lupus,โ said Simon. โIsnโt it a kind of disease?
Cassandra ClareShe threw the door open. The room seemed to be a sort of library, the walls lined with books. It was brightly lit, light streaming through a tall picture window. In the middle of the room stood Jace. He wasn't alone, though-not by a long shot. There was a dark-haired girl with him, a girl Clary had never seen before, and the two of them were locked together in a passionate embrace
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