I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood. — Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood. — Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood. — Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood. — Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood. — Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
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I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.

— Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
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