There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water; Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She looked like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting at the top of her tower for someone to ride up and rescue her. Not that traditional princess behavior was like Isabelle at all. Isabelle with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.
Cassandra ClareWill has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention โ but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and honest. He could make you happy.
Cassandra ClareDo you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube?
Cassandra ClareWarlock,โ he said. โI know who you are.โ Magnus raised his eyebrows. โYou do?โ โMagnus Bane. Destroyer of the demon Marabas. Son ofโโ โNow,โ said Magnus, quickly. โThereโs no need to go into all of that.โ โBut there is.โ The demon sounded reasonable, even amused. โIf it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?โ Alec looked at Magnus with his mouth open.
Cassandra ClareI suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff?" "I was born amazing" Jace stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingertips, lightly but enough to make her shiver.
Cassandra ClareThere's nothing wild about me. I'm a solid middle-aged man." "Except that once a month you turn into a wolf and go tearing around slaughtering things," Clary said. "It could be worse," Luke said. "Men my age have been known to purchase expensive sports cars and sleep with supermodels.
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