He carried a pipe in his left hand, and as he examined Will at his leisure, he exhaled sending a cloud of sweet-smelling, cough-induced smoke. 'Finally broke down and admitted you're in love with me, have you?'He inquired of Will. 'I do enjoy these suprise midnight declarations.' He leaned against the doorway and waved a languid ringed hand. "Go along, have at it.
Cassandra ClareHe began it,โ Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Willโs parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of oneโs friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything.
Cassandra Clare(...)I don't know who I am. I look like Stephen Herondale, and I act like a Lightwood and I talk like my father- like Valentine. So I see myself in your eyes and i try to be that person and I think faith might be enough to make me who you wnat me to be." (Jace, to Clary)
Cassandra ClareYes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.
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