Years later Magnus would return to London and Camille Belcourt's side, and find it not all that he had dreamed. Years later another desperate Herondale boy with blue, blue eyes would come to his door, shaking with the cold of the rain and his own wretchedness, and this one Magnus would be able to help.
Cassandra ClareAnyone that looked like that wouldn't need to tie up girls and imprison them in order to get them to marry him
Cassandra ClareJem leaned closer against the chair, staring into the fire. โBetter it were my hands,โ he said. Will shook his head. Exhaustion was muting the edges of everything in the room, blurring the flocked wallpaper into a single mass of dark color. โNo. Not your hands. You need your hands for the violin. What do I need mine for?
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 ClareIs this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?" "No" Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.
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