It's so dark," she said lamely. "You want me to hold your hand?" Clary put both her hands behind her back like a small child. "Don't talk down to me." "Well, I could hardly talk up to you. You're too short.
Cassandra ClareToo much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.
Cassandra ClareHenry's breath hissed out through his teeth. That ba-bad man, he finished, with a quick glance at Cecily, who rolled her eyes.
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