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January 18 - February 18, 2018
know. I meant you don’t have to sleep on the couch if you don’t want to.” “Then where…” His voice trailed off, eyes wide behind his glasses. “Oh.” “It’s a double bed,” she said. “In the guest room.” Simon took his hands out of his pockets. There was bright color in his cheeks. Jace would have tried to look cool; Simon didn’t even try. “Are you sure?” “I’m sure.” He came across the kitchen to her and, bending down, kissed her lightly and clumsily on the mouth. Smiling, she got to her feet. “Enough with the kitchens,” she said. “No more kitchens.” And taking him firmly by the wrists, she pulled
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Erm what??? They kiss twice and next she's inviting him to bed with her. I get they've been friends for years but still, talk about a rebound. Also, surely they should havd spoken about whether or not they were official before simon just assumed after one kiss. This ending to the chapter has annoyed me.
“How awfully convenient for you, regardless. And for him. He won’t have to worry about you spilling his secrets.” “Yeah,” Jace said, “he’s terrified I’ll tell everyone that he’s always really wanted to be a ballerina.”
“Sure,” said Magnus, while Jace and Alec snickered. “I make dollar bills magically appear in their cash register.”
Simon slewed his eyes over to Jace. “Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?” “No,” said Jace, “sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.”
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.”
“Do you think Simon’s all right?” “I think he’s weird, actually,” said Jace. “Though that has little to do with the time.”
“You keep surprisingly illustrious company, Shadowhunter.” “Are you talking about yourself again?” asked Jace. He smoothed the churned dirt with the tip of a boot. “That seems boastful.”
“I guess you can do anything when your adrenaline is up.” “Or when you have the unholy strength of the damned,” Jace said.
Jace suggested that the cast of Gilligan’s Island could do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.
Love made you a liar.
“Don’t use up all my body wash, it’s expensive,” Clary told him,
Clary he just saved the only father you've ever known and your only conscious parental figure, let him use your soap
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“I’ve got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?” “A regrettable choice of words,” muttered Magnus.
“Why would I have a spider? Do I look like someone who would collect them?” “No offense,” Jace said, “but you kind of do.”
“Okay, now take your shirt off.” “I knew there was something in this for you.”
Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon’s poison had eaten a hole in his shirt, leaving a good deal of his left shoulder bare. “The shirt? At Macy’s. Winter sale.”
“To draw something is to try to capture it forever,” Jocelyn had said, sitting on the floor with a paintbrush dripping cadmium blue onto her jeans. “If you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change.”
who would win in a fight: Dumbledore from the Harry Potter books or Magnus Bane. “Dumbledore would totally win,” said the first one. “He has the badass Killing Curse.” The second lycanthrope made a trenchant point. “But Dumbledore isn’t real.” “I don’t think Magnus Bane is real either,” scoffed the first.