Cassandra Clare Quote
Simon! The voice was faint, but his hearing caught it over the pop and crackle of glowing flames. The smoke in the corridor had presaged heat; the heat was here now, pressing against him like an oppressive wall. Simon! The voice was Clary's. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense of memory of what he'd most loved during life to carry him throught the process of death. Simon, you stupid idiot! I'm over here! At the window! Simon jumped to his feet. he doubted his mind would conjure that up.
Cassandra Clare
Simon! The voice was faint, but his hearing caught it over the pop and crackle of glowing flames. The smoke in the corridor had presaged heat; the heat was here now, pressing against him like an oppressive wall. Simon! The voice was Clary's. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense of memory of what he'd most loved during life to carry him throught the process of death. Simon, you stupid idiot! I'm over here! At the window! Simon jumped to his feet. he doubted his mind would conjure that up.
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