Do you remember, the night of the battle on Valentine's ship, when I needed some of your strength?" "Do you need it again now?" Alec said. "Because you can have it." "I always need your strength, Alec," Magnus said, and closed his eyes as their intertwined fingers began to shine, as if between them they held the light of a star.
Cassandra ClareUnhappy? I was lucky. So, so lucky. And I couldnโt see it.โ His eyes met hers. โI love you,โ he said. โAnd you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And now that I know what itโs like to be someone elseโto lose myselfโI want my life back. My family. You. All of it.โ His eyes darkened. โI want it back.
Cassandra ClareMr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots,โ Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. โPerhaps you could learn from their example.โ โPerhaps,โ said Will. โBut I doubt it.โ Sophie scowled, and started off along the corridor again, her shoulders tightly set with indignation. Tessa looked at Will in amazement. โWhat was that?โ Will shrugged lazily. โSophie enjoys pretending she doesnโt like me.โ โDoesnโt like you? She hates you!
Cassandra ClareI curse you," it said. "All who love you will die. Their love will be their destruction. It may take moments, it may take years, but any who look upon you with love will die of it, unless you remove yourself from them forever. And I shall begin it with her." It snarled in Ellaโs direction, and vanished.
Cassandra ClareBut you have to learn to bend a little," said Clary with a yawn. Despite the story's content, the rhythm of Jace's voice had made her sleepy. "Or you'll break." "Not if your strong enough," said Jace firmly. He reached out, and she felt the back of his hand brush her cheek.
Cassandra ClareWear that scarf," he said, pointing to a blue cashmere scarf hanging on a peg. "It matches your eyes." Alec looked at it. Suddenly he was filled with hate - for the scarf, for Magnus, and most of all for himself. "Don't tell me," he said. "The scarf's a hundred years old, and it was given to you by Queen Victoria right before she died, for special services to the Crown or something." Magnus sat up. "What's gotten into you?" Alec stared at him. "Am I the newest thing in this apartment?" "I think that honor goes to Chairman Meow. He's only two." "I said newest, not youngest," Alec snapped.
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