malyenstarkov:Erchomai. The word brushed the back of Jace’s mind like the touch of a feather, maki
malyenstarkov: Erchomai. The word brushed the back of Jace’s mind like the touch of a feather, making him shiver. He saw an angel’s wing, torn from its body, lying in a pool of golden blood. I am coming. -- source link