I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty.
Cassandra ClareLife is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die -" She put her hand against his chest, just over his heart, and felt its beat against her palm, a unique time signature that was all its own. "I only wish you would not speak of dying," she said. "But even for that, yes, I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you.
Cassandra ClareWill spread his arms wide. On his knees, grinning like a demon, blood dripping from his mouth, he barely looked human himself. โCome and get me.
Cassandra ClareYou don't believe me?" Jace asked. "Fine. Go ahead. Kiss me right now." Alec stared at him in horror. "Exactly. Despite my staggering good lucks, you actually don't like me that way.
Cassandra ClareYou point your feet out too much when you walk,โ Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. โCamille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duckโ โI do not walk like a duck.โ โI like ducks,โ Jem observed diplomatically. โEspecially the ones in Hyde Park.
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