Mom. I have something to tell you. Iām 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 Iām here to tell you that undead are just like you and me ā¦ well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.
Cassandra ClareI don't want tea," said Clary, with muffled force. "I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them." "Unfortunately," said Hodge, "we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing.
Cassandra ClareDead bodies didn't resemble unconscious ones; it was as if you could sense that something had fled from them, that some essential spark was now missing.
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