Simon!” The voice was Clary’s. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what he’d most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. “Simon, you… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Do not make it my complaint, Simon.” Her voice was firm but her look contained love and a little amusement as well as irritation.” — Tad Williams Copy Share Image
