“Spoon!” James said, running at his uncle Gabriel and jabbing him in the thigh. Gabriel mussed the boy’s hair affectionately. “You’re such… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I have just come from the East End,” he said. “Something about the stories disturbed me, for more than the obvious reasons.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Uncle Gabriel was already in the courtyard. His face had turned an alarming shade of puce. He was shouting something about thieving… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
