They were frightening enough, but Tessa could not help but feel that if Will were there, he would have commented that they looked like turnips, and perhaps made up a song about it.
Cassandra ClareSimon!โ The voice was Claryโs. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what heโd most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. โSimon, you stupid idiot! Iโm over here! At the window!โ Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.
Cassandra ClareSome secrets, she thought, were better told; some were better left the burden of the carrier, that they might not cause pain to others.
Cassandra ClareI don't see why its taking so long," Maryse was saying to Magnus "is that normal?" "What's not normal is the discount I'm giving you."Magnus tapped the heel of his boot against the wall. "Normally I charge twice this much
Cassandra ClareIt was like a dam of musical critique had broken. Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. "It is worse than you can possibly imagine! When you play, all of my mother's flowers lose the will to live and expire on the instant. The quinoa has no flavour now. The llamas are migrating because of your music, and llamas are not a migratory animal. The children now believe there is a sickly monster, half horse and half large mournful chicken, that lives in tha lake and calls out to the world to grant it the sweet release of death.
Cassandra ClareHow many times have I told you, Magnus? Behave professionaly in a professional setting. Which means no being rude to Nephilim, and also no getting attached to Nephilim." "I never get attached to Nephilim!" Magnus protested. Ragnor coughed, and in the midst of the cough said something that sounded like "blerondale." "Well," said Magnus. "Hardly ever.
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