Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec's. A girl with long brown curls and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.
Cassandra ClareWere you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired. “No!” “No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.
Cassandra ClareThe past is nothing to [the young], not even another country as it is to the old, or even a nightmare as it is to the guilty.
Cassandra ClareThat was enterprising," Will sounded nearly impressed. Nate smiled. Tess shot him a furious look. "Don't look pleased with yourself. When Will says 'enterprising' he means 'morally deficient.'" "No, I mean enterprising," said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now, that's something I would have done'.
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