Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones. ...

Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones. (Cassandra Clare)

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Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.

Cassandra Clare Quotes: Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.