Closed door means knock," Elena said to Clay, shooing him out.
You've been in here for two hours," he said. "She can't need that much work." He frowned as he examined my outfit. "What the hell is she? A tree?"
"A dryad," Elena said, cuffing him in the arm.
"Oh, my god," Jamie said, surveying my outfit. "We forgot the bag!"
"Bag?" Clay said. "What does a dryad need with-"
"An evening bag," Cassandra said. "A purse."
"She's got a purse. It's right there on the bed."
"That's a day purse," Cassandra snapped.
"What, do they expire when the sun goes down?
Stichwörter: cassandra clay elena jamie and-paige
If I’d found out that Norman Mailer liked me, I’d have killed myself. I think he was too hung up. I’m glad Kurt Vonnegut didn’t like me either. He had problems, terrible problems. He couldn’t see the world the way I see it. I suppose I’m too much Pollyanna, he was too much Cassandra. Actually I prefer to see myself as the Janus, the two-faced god who is half Pollyanna and half Cassandra, warning of the future and perhaps living too much in the past—a combination of both. But I don’t think I’m too over optimistic.
Ray BradburyStichwörter: cassandra kurt-vonnegut norman-mailer janus pollyanna
Well, either you have a compartment under this floor, containing a living person, or the property is infested by giant moles
Kelley ArmstrongStichwörter: cassandra
He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: will companionship company angel cassandra low clare william clockwork tessa herondale grey tess
Well, look who's on my front porch," he said, speaking Empire with this odd hissing accent. "A murderer and a cross-dressing pirate."
I looked down at my clothes, ripped and shredded and covered in mud and sand and dried blood. I'd forgotten I was dressed like a boy.
"So are you here to kill me or to rob me?" the man said. "I generally don't find it useful to glow when undertaking acts of subterfuge, but then, I'm just a wizard
Stichwörter: humour curse cassandra rose clarke assassin-s
Her laugh was a travesty. Which made sense because in a way, so was his apology. But what was he supposed to say?
I want you until I hurt. Until I sweat.
I love you with a raw, bleeding need that I've never understood.
And all I know for sure is that you can never be mine.
Whither thou goest, I will go;
Where thou diest, will I die
And there will I be buried:
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me.
Stichwörter: will prince cassandra jem clare clockwork carstairs herondale parabatai
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