We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.
Cassandra ClareJem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal.
Cassandra ClareBut the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlockโs robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.
Cassandra Clareshe glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "It would have been a lot less painful.
Cassandra Clare