On a Tuesday they were we, and by Friday they were dead and they buried them in the courtyard side by side, oh, my love, and they buried them dies by side breaking away from Gideon with some reluctance, Sophie, rose to her feet and dusted off her dress. Please forgive me, my dear Mr. Lightwood-I mean Gideon- but I must go murder the cook. I shall be directly back.
~ Cassandra Clare
