“Simon blurted, "Can I put the dead hand in my blood?" "May I put the dead hand in my blood," Adele corrected. "Yes, go ahead.” — Clay Griffith Copy Share Image
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal." Tessa looked at… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
