It's too late," she said. "Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.
Cassandra ClareDo you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube?
Cassandra ClareThe young man who appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale in the lamplightโpaler even than he usually was, which was quite pale indeed.
Cassandra ClareWill's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing or damaging it is punishable by death under the Law." Tessa thrust the book away from her as if it were on fire. "You can't be serious." "You're right. I'm not." Will leapt down from the ladder and landed lightly in front of her. "You do believe everything I say, though, don't you? Do I seem unusually trustworthy to you, or are you just a naive sort?
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