I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Glass |
So, technically,” Simon said, “even though Jace isn’t actually related to you, you have kissed your brother.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Glass |
You look lousy,’ he said.
Jace blinked. ‘Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good.’
‘No I mean it. You don’t look good.’
‘This is from a guy ho has all the sex appeal of a penguin. Look, I realize you may be jealous that the good Lord didn’t deal you the same chiseled hand he dealt me, but that’s no reason to-’
‘I am not trying to insult you.’ Simon snapped.
Jace blinked. ‘Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good.’
‘No I mean it. You don’t look good.’
‘This is from a guy ho has all the sex appeal of a penguin. Look, I realize you may be jealous that the good Lord didn’t deal you the same chiseled hand he dealt me, but that’s no reason to-’
‘I am not trying to insult you.’ Simon snapped.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels |
Does she still love you?”
“I don’t think so,” Magnus said dryly. “She wasn’t very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I’ve got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn’t.”
Alec sputtered. “As the person being objectified, I … object to that description of me.
“I don’t think so,” Magnus said dryly. “She wasn’t very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I’ve got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn’t.”
Alec sputtered. “As the person being objectified, I … object to that description of me.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls |
I suppose you’ve always been amazing at this stuff.”
“I was born amazing.
“I was born amazing.
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| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels |
No. That’s Clary; shes’s my best friend.” Simon pocketed his phone. “And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels |
Have you tried talking to her?”
“No. We’ve been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don’t think that will work?
“No. We’ve been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don’t think that will work?
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Glass |
Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression.
“Are you all right?” Simon asked, with some concern. “Your eyes are crossing.
“Are you all right?” Simon asked, with some concern. “Your eyes are crossing.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes |
Don’t stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?”
“Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are.”
“What about mummies? Do they only hang around Egypt?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. No one believes in mummies.
“Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are.”
“What about mummies? Do they only hang around Egypt?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. No one believes in mummies.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Bones |
