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 |
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 |
On IMDb it says that the Mortal Instruments movie will come out on August 23!!
THAT”S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! So if that actually happens this will be me….
And if the movie comes out on some other date, this will be me…
See the difference:)
You think she’ll be able to talk sense into him?” she asked. “His sister?”
“If he listens to anyone, it would be her.”
“That’s sweet,” said Maia. “That he loves his sister like that.”
“Yeah,” Simon said. “It’s precious
“If he listens to anyone, it would be her.”
“That’s sweet,” said Maia. “That he loves his sister like that.”
“Yeah,” Simon said. “It’s precious
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes |
Fresh is better. But you’ve never drunk fresh blood. Have you?”
Simon raised his eyebrow in response.
“Well, aside from mine of course,” Jace said. “And I’m pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.
Simon raised his eyebrow in response.
“Well, aside from mine of course,” Jace said. “And I’m pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Glass |
She turned back to Jace. “Do you have to be so-,” she began, but stopped when she saw his face. It looked stripped down, oddly vulnerable.
“Unpleasant?” he finishes for her. “Only at days when my adoptive mother tosses me out of the house with instructions never to darken her door again. Usually I’m remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day that doesn’t end in y.
“Unpleasant?” he finishes for her. “Only at days when my adoptive mother tosses me out of the house with instructions never to darken her door again. Usually I’m remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day that doesn’t end in y.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes |
What can I say, you make my thought processes slow down. Now I know what it’s like to be a normal person.”
“How … is it?” The things he was doing with his hands under the t-shirt were distracting.
“Terrible. I’m already way behind on my quota of witty comments for the day.
“How … is it?” The things he was doing with his hands under the t-shirt were distracting.
“Terrible. I’m already way behind on my quota of witty comments for the day.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls |
Why are you here?”
“‘Here’ as in your bedroom, or ‘here’ as in the great, spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you’re asking me whether this is all some cosmic coincidence or if there’s a greater meta-ethical purpose to life, well, that’s a puzzler for the ages. I mean, modern-day reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but-,”
“I’m going back to bed.
“‘Here’ as in your bedroom, or ‘here’ as in the great, spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you’re asking me whether this is all some cosmic coincidence or if there’s a greater meta-ethical purpose to life, well, that’s a puzzler for the ages. I mean, modern-day reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but-,”
“I’m going back to bed.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Bones |
Do you want any soup?”
“No,” said Jace.
“Do you think Hodge will want any soup?”
“No one wants any soup.”
“I want some soup,” Simon said.
“No you dont,” said Jace. “You just want to sleep with Isabelle.
“No,” said Jace.
“Do you think Hodge will want any soup?”
“No one wants any soup.”
“I want some soup,” Simon said.
“No you dont,” said Jace. “You just want to sleep with Isabelle.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Bones |
Oh, you know. Jace reminds me of an old boyfriend. Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you’ve already had sex, it was great, and now you’re just friends—even though you want more. Drives girls crazy. You know what I mean?”
Yes, Clary thought. “No,” she said.
Yes, Clary thought. “No,” she said.
“
| — | Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes |
