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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
    "Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets.
    Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jace?"
    "Yeah?"
    "How did you know I had Shadowhunter blood? Was there some way you could tell?"
    The elevator arrived with a final groan. Jace unlatched the gate and slid it open. The inside reminded Clary of a birdcage, all black metal and decorative bits of gilt. "I guessed," he said, latching the door behind them. "It seemed like the most likely explanation."
    "You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
    He pressed a button in the wall, and the elevator lurched into action with a vibrating groan that she felt all through the bones in her feet. "I was ninety percent sure."
    "I see," Clary said.
    There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put a hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?"
    The other ten percent," she said, and they rode the rest of the way down to the street in silence.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't tell me," Jace said, "Simon's turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, you'll have have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission." He pointed at himself - he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. "Look. Jammies."
    "Jace," Clary said, "this is important."
    "Don't tell me," he said. "You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, I'm not in the mood. You could always ask Hodge," he said as an afterthought. "I hear he'll do anything for a -"
    "JACE!" she interrupted him, her voice rising to a scream. "JUST SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN, WILL YOU?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?"

    "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you?
    “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ..."
    Jem: "Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis."
    "Or demon pox," Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding.
    Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.”
    “What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!' He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Charlotte, darling, Henry said to his wife, who was staring at im in gape-mouthed horror. Jassamine, beside her, was wided eyed. Sorry im late. You know, i think i might nearly have the sensor working-
    Will interrupted. Henry, he said, your on fire. You do know that, don't you?

    Oh, yes, Henry said eagerly. The flames were now nearly to his shoulder. I've been working like a man possessed all day. Charlotte, did you hear what i said about the sensor?
    Charlotte dropped her hand from her mouth. Henry! She shrieked. Your arm!

    Henry glanced down at his arm, and his mouth dropped open.
    Bloody hell!”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission."
    "Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered.
    "Selling them on what?"
    Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?" asked Jace.
    "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."
    "As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome," said Simon.
    "I knew we should have left you a rat.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
    "I was ninety percent sure."
    "I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain.
    "What the hell was that for?"
    "The other ten percent.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year."
    "Why?" Isabelle said.
    "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Isabelle drifted over, Jace a pace behind her. She was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat of soft green velvet, the color of moss. "I can't believe you did it!" she exclaimed. "How did you get Magnus to let Jace leave?"
    "Traded him for Alec," Clary said.
    Isabelle looked mildly alarmed. "Not permanently?"
    "No," said Jace. "Just for a few hours. Unless I don't come back," he added thoughtfully. "In which case, maybe he does get to keep Alec. Think of it as a lease with an option to buy."
    Isabelle looked dubious. "Mom and Dad won't be pleased if they find out."
    "That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" Simon inquired. "No, probably not.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self."
    "Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before.
    "Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “Clary felt suddenly annoyed. "When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?"
    "Exsanguinated," said Jace, impressed. "That's a big word."
    "And you're a big-"
    "Tsk tsk," he interupted. "No swearing in church.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. “Clary-“
    “She said she doesn’t want it,” said Simon. “Ha-ha.”
    “Ha-ha?” Jace looked incredulous. “That’s your comeback?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “The rat, huddled in the hollow of her palms, squeaked glumly. Delighted, she hugged him to her chest. "Oh poor baby," she crooned, almost as if he really were a pet. "Poor Simon, it'll be fine, I promise-"
    "I wouldn't feel too sorry for him," Jace said. "That's probably the closest he's ever gotten to second base."
    "Shut up!" Clary glared at Jace furiously, but she did loosen her grip on the rat.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat," Jace muttered.

    Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. "What did you say?"

    Jace edged toward the fridge. "I said I'm going to look for a snack to eat."

    That's what I thought you said." Isabelle turned her attention to the soup.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Then you're aping him. Valentine was one of the most arrogant and disrespectful men I've ever met. I suppose he brought you up to be just like him."
    "Yes," Jace said, unable to help himself, "I was trained to be an evil mastermind from a young age. Pulling the wings off flies, poisoning the earth's water supply — I was covering that stuff in kindergarten. I guess we're all just lucky my father faked his own death before he got to the raping and pillaging part of my education, or no one would be safe.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “Isabelle looked at him thoughtfully. "Did you seriously jump thirty feet out of a Malachi Configuration? Did he, Alec?"
    "He did," Alec confirmed. "I've never seen anything like it."
    "I've never seen anything like this." Jace lifted a ten-inch dagger from the floor. One of Isabelle's pink brassiers was spread on the wickedly sharp tip. Isabelle snached it off, scowling.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “You’re here!” Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. “Have some of this!”
    Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?”
    “Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,” Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace?” She offered him the glass.
    “I am a man,” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.”
    “Brown?” Isabelle made a face.
    “Brown is a manly color,” said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. “In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.”
    Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,” he said. “But then it faded.”
    “You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.”
    “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.”
    “There are worse things,” Magnus observed.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jace set what he was holding down on the windowsill and reached out to her. She came to lean against him, and his hand slid up under her t-shirt and rested caressingly, possessively, on the small of her back. He bent to kiss her, gently at first, but the gentleness went quickly and soon she was pressed up against the glass of the window, his hands at the hem of her shirt — his shirt —
    “Jace.” She moved a little bit away. “I’m pretty sure people down there in the street can see us.”
    “We could …” He gestured toward the bed. “Move…over there.”
    She grinned. “You said that like it took you a while to come up with the idea.”
    When he spoke, his voice was muffled against her neck. “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.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “Actually," Clary said, "I think he stayed because of me."
    Jace's glaze flicked up to hers with a flash of gold. "Because of you? Hoping for another hot date, was he?"
    Clary felt herself flush. "No. And our date wasn't hot. In fact, it wasn't even a date. Anyway, that's not the point. When he came into the Hall, he kept trying to get me to go outside with him so we could talk. He wanted something from me. I just don't know what."
    "Or maybe he just wanted you," Jace said. Seeing Clary's expression, he added, "Not that way. I mean maybe he wanted to bring you to Valentine.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Well I'm not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "I'd rather stay down here and rot."
    "Forever?" said Simon. "Forever is an awfully long time."
    Jace raised his eyebrows, "I knew it," he said, "you want to kiss me, don't you?"
    Simon threw his hands up in exasperation. "Of course not but if-"
    "I guess it's true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches."
    "That's atheists jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes



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