His hands slipped from his throat, and he crashed to the ground like a tree falling.

"Oh, dear," said Pangborn, gazing at the fallen body of his comrade with fastidious distaste. "How unpleasant.

Author: Cassandra Clare

His hands slipped from his throat, and he crashed to the ground like a tree falling.<br /><br />"Oh, dear," said Pangborn, gazing at the fallen body of his comrade with fastidious distaste. "How unpleasant. - Cassandra Clare




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