“He made it very clear that he didn’t want me here,” she said at last. “That my remaining at the Institute is… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It's Will who ought to be sorry." Jem's eyes darkened. "We shall throw him out onto the streets," he proclaimed. "I promise… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will: "You are not really dying, are you?" Jem: "So they tell me." Will: "I am sorry." Jem: "No. Don’t be ordinary… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
