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April 26 - August 7, 2025
“Hodge,” he said. “And really Hodge this time. Bring us anywhere else, and I’ll make you into a tennis racket.”
“You are thinking of the curse that binds me here, aren’t you? You always assumed it was a vengeance spell cast by an angry demon or warlock. I let you think it. But it is not the truth. The curse that binds me was cast by the Clave.” “For being in the Circle?” Jace asked, his face a mask of astonishment. “For not leaving it before the Uprising.”
“The Law is hard, but it is the Law.”
“But why does he want the Cup so badly?”
“So he can build himself an army.”
Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh—Simon!”
“No, I’m Jace,”
“Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt,”
“I’m so sorry, Jace.”
“I don’t understand why mundanes always apologize for things that aren’t their fault.”
“I’m not apologizing. It’s a way of—empathizing. Of saying that I’m s...
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“Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I’ve...
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“Aren’t you, uh…” Clary searched for the right word. “Reproducing?”
Jace burst out laughing just
as the carriage made a sudden, sha...
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“Sure,” he said. “We love reproducing. It’s one of our favorite things.”
Isabelle’s hair tickled her face, smelling of some kind of vanilla perfume. Clary fought the urge to sneeze. She hated vanilla
perfume. She’d never understood why some girls felt the need to smell like dessert.
“But it can’t be the hotel,” Clary said. “The windows are all boarded up, and the door’s been bricked over—Oh,” she finished, catching his look. “Right. Vampires. But how do they get inside?” “They fly,”
“We don’t fly,” Clary felt impelled to point out. “No,” Jace agreed. “We don’t fly. We break and enter.”
“Flying sounds like more fun,” Clary said, hurrying to catch up with him. “Right now everything sounds like more fun.”
“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?” “Actually, I think you misheard,” Clary said. “It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath.” Jace looked involuntarily over at Simon, who smiled at him widely. “As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome.” “I knew we should have left you a rat,”
“Maybe. Although I doubt most Shadowhunters get a tattoo of Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on their left shoulder.”
