Mom. I have something to tell you. Iโm undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But Iโm here to tell you that undead are just like you and me โฆ well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.
Cassandra ClareJemโs eyes had widened, and then heโd laughed, a soft laugh. โDid you think I did not know you had a secret?โ heโd said. โDid you think I walked into my friendship with you with my eyes shut? I did not know the nature of the burden you carried. But I knew there was a burden.โ Heโd stood up. โI knew you thought yourself poison to all those around you,โ heโd added. โI knew you thought there to be some corruptive force about you that would break me. I meant to show you that I would not break, that love was not so fragile. Did I do that?
Cassandra ClareSimon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.' Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.' Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.
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