"Jace?" She offered him the glass. "I am a man," he told her. "And men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman and bring me something brown." "Brown?" Isabelle made a face. "Brown is a manly colour," said Jace and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. "In fact, look - Alec is wearing it." Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. "It was black," he said. "But then it faded." "You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested.
Cassandra ClareCharlotte, darling," Henry said to his wife, who was staring at him in gape-mouthed horror. Jessamine, beside her, was wide eyed. "Sorry I'm late. You know, I think I might nearly have the Sensor working-" Will interrupted. "Henry," he said, "You're on fire. You do know that don't you?
Cassandra ClareHis blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night.
Cassandra ClareJem always said that Will rushed toward the end of a mission rather than proceeding in a measured manner, and that one must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the destination in the distance, or one would never reach oneโs goal. Will closed his eyes for a moment. He knew that Jem was right, but it was hard to remember, when the goal that he sought was the girl that he loved.
Cassandra ClareMr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots,โ Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. โPerhaps you could learn from their example.โ โPerhaps,โ said Will. โBut I doubt it.โ Sophie scowled, and started off along the corridor again, her shoulders tightly set with indignation. Tessa looked at Will in amazement. โWhat was that?โ Will shrugged lazily. โSophie enjoys pretending she doesnโt like me.โ โDoesnโt like you? She hates you!
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