Remember when you fell out of that tree on the farm when you were ten, and broke your arm? Remember how he made them let him ride with you in the ambulance on the way to the hospital? He kicked and yelled till they gave in.โ โYou laughed,โ said Clary, remembering, โand my mom hit you in the shoulder.โ โIt was hard not to laugh. Determination like that in a 10-year-old is something to see. He was like a pit bull.โ โIf pit bulls wore glasses and were allergic to ragweed.โ -Luke and Clary talking about Simon, pg.211-
Cassandra ClareBecause in the end nothing is worse than seeing the fall of one you loved. It was somehow worse than losing a love. It made everything seem questionable. It made the past bitter and confused.
Cassandra ClareMy favorite jacket is an emergency item. Much like myself, it is both snuggly and fashionable.
Cassandra ClareThere are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.
Cassandra ClareMagnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike profile. "Blood," he said, half to himself. "I had a dream two nights ago. I saw a city all of blood, with towers made of bone, and blood ran in the streets like water." Simon slewed his eyes over to Jace. "Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" "No," said Jace, "sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.
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