The Lost Book of the White (The Eldest Curses, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

“You,” said Alec, “googled it.” “Yeah,” said Jace. “It sounded Norse, so I went into the library and looked it up in the Saga Concordances. Like a normal person. That’s googling, right?” “More or less,” said Simon.

“All right,” said Jace. “We’ve got research, we’ve got swords. What’s our next step?”

“I’m sorry you’ve all followed me into Hell again.” Clary snorted. “It’s easier the second time.” “It’s what we do,” said Jace.

“Your friends are very casual about going where almost no living person has ever been.” “Yeah,” said Magnus, “they’ve been through some stuff.”

“You used to be an unexpected factor all the time,” Clary said. “Used to?” “Well,” she said, “eventually we started expecting you.”

“I’m good at plans!” Jace said. “You are, actually, good at plans,” Magnus said. “It’s just usually you’re yelling them behind you as you sprint toward danger.”

“So what’s the plan? Are we tearing this whole place down in the name of freedom and equality?”