“Will looked down at himself, at the knife at his feet, and remembered the knife he had buried at the base of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I lay on my stomach, reached down and poked him. He rolled up. Then, feeling safe, I suppose, he slowly unrolled. He… — Harper Lee Copy Share Image
Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
