That the wall is coming down.
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Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal.
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Gideon Lightwood said he was at the Institute in Madrid. What on earth was he doing there?''Faffing about, most likely', said Will.
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Niches set back in the walls contained polished marble statues of entwined bodies. Will looked away from them hastily, and then back. It wasn't as if Magnus seemed to be paying attention to what Will was doing, and he'd honestly never imagined two people could get themselves into a position like that, much less make it look artistic.
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He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go.
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Like what you see?
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He had lost Will Herondale. And he did not know if he could ever get him back.
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I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?
Hell, he said. Just when it was getting interesting, too. And he leaped into the water after his friend.
She shuddered. Oh, no. I hate chocolate. Will looked horrified. What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?
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MÃralo. El rostro de un ángel malicioso y los ojos como el cielo nocturno en el Infierno. Es muy hermoso, y a los vampiros les gusta eso. Y no puedo decir que a mà me moleste. -Magnus sonrió de medio lado-. Cabello negro y ojos azules son mi combinación favorita.
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His blue eyes were very dark.. Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night..
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I love your name. I love the sound of it
Tessa leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins: he could not feel her skin, only the cloth of the gloves, and yet it did not matter. How you have kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning: the conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer. You are good, Will, she said. There is no one better placed than I am to be able to say with perfect confidence how good you really are.
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