You don't get it, Clary. You don't understand what it's like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it's not your fault. It's just how you were brought up-
Cassandra ClareI feel a sense of responsibility," said Jordan. "And where is this feeling located? In your pants, perhaps?
Cassandra ClareBlue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance." "I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas. "And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is.
Cassandra ClareI would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years.
Cassandra ClareMy name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it?" He wandered toward the window, pausing to examine the stacks of books on her bedside table, and then the bed itself. He waved a hand at the ropes. "Do you often sleep tied to the bed?
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