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“You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don’t mean, you know, literally a big rock.”
















“Do you remember,” he said, “when we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn’t kill you—and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?” Clary nodded. “I always figured a demon would kill me,” he said. “A rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn’t get to kiss you, and soon.







She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.




I love your blog! Please upload more pictures!

Thank you so much, lovely! And I will be doing so later today!