“ Idris had been green and gold and russet in the autumn, when Clary had first been there. It had a stark grandeur in the winter: the mountains rose in the distance, capped white with snow, and the tree… Cassandra Clare
“ We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there’s a pecking order in that, don’t you? Lindsay J. Pryor
“ What are you most scared of, Caitlin? What I can do to you, or how I make you feel? Lindsay J. Pryor
“ She exhaled curtly. ‘I’m a serryn. That’s all you see. I’m just something to be tortured, slain or sold off as a commodity. That’s hardly the most appealing of traits.’ ‘Tell your eyes that. Because y… Lindsay J. Pryor
“ I will not be threatened. Do you understand me?’ He leaned closer again, his lips less than a couple of inches from hers. ‘Now try saying it without trembling. Lindsay J. Pryor
“ Playing the martyr doesn’t suit you, Leila.’‘Maybe not, but playing the complete and utter bastard clearly suits you. Lindsay J. Pryor
“ You can only fight what you are for so long. Eventually the hand that nature has dealt you will make you become what you were meant to be. You have no control over it. Lindsay J. Pryor
