You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again." "I wasn't. I did want to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time." "I've been thinking about you, too." "I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know." "I know. Everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.
Cassandra ClareBut they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?
Cassandra ClareMy name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it?" He wandered toward the window, pausing to examine the stacks of books on her bedside table, and then the bed itself. He waved a hand at the ropes. "Do you often sleep tied to the bed?
Cassandra ClareIt is hard to think of something as a gift when you have been tormented and imprisoned for it.
Cassandra ClareHe would look so young. They were both so young. Tessa knew it was unusual to marry at seventeen and eighteen, but they were racing a clock. The clock of Jem's life, before it wound down.
Cassandra ClareShe smiled at him. โHow did you know just what Iโd want to see?โ โHow could I not?โ he said. โWhen I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mindโs eye always with a book in your hand.โ He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought โ and was surprised how affectionate the thought was.
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