He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Do you even care where I’m going?” he said. “What if I were going to hell?” “I’ve always wanted to see hell,”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You know,” Cecily said, “you really didn’t have to throw that man through the window. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
