I believe in good and evil," said Jem. "And I believe the soul is eternal. But I don't believe in the fiery pit, the pitchforks, or endless torment. I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness." Tessa looked at will. "What about you? What do you believe? "Pulvis et umbra sumus," said Will, not looking at her as he spoke. "I believe we are dust and shadows. What else is there?
Cassandra ClareWell, you know, your mom gets like this sometimes," Simon said. "Like when she breathes in or out.
Cassandra ClareBut you love her.โ Will stared at him. โOf course I do,โ he said finally. โI had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.
Cassandra ClareIt was like a dam of musical critique had broken. Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. "It is worse than you can possibly imagine! When you play, all of my mother's flowers lose the will to live and expire on the instant. The quinoa has no flavour now. The llamas are migrating because of your music, and llamas are not a migratory animal. The children now believe there is a sickly monster, half horse and half large mournful chicken, that lives in tha lake and calls out to the world to grant it the sweet release of death.
Cassandra ClareAh,โ said Magnus. โNerd love. It is a beautiful thing, while also being an object of mockery and hilarity for those of us who are more sophisticated.
Cassandra ClareTheyโre not hideous,โ said Tessa. Will blinked at her. โWhat?โ โGideon and Gabriel,โ said Tessa. โTheyโre really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.โ โI spoke,โ said Will, in sepulchral tones, โof the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.โ Tessa snorted. โAnd what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?โ โMauve,โ said Will.
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