As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring atโit was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed. Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look," he told her pleasantly. "He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed." "No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver." Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic.
Cassandra ClareEven more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground. โCamilleโs carpet,โ Magnus protested. โItโs blood,โ said Will. โShe ought to be thrilled.
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