He began it,โ Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Willโs parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of oneโs friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything.
Cassandra Claretrying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she'd studied all too briefly.
Cassandra ClareA pair of werewolves occupied another booth. They were eating raw shanks of lamb and arguing about who would win in a fight: Dumbledore from 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. "Have you ever met him?" "This is so weird," said Clary, slinking down in her seat. "Are you listening to them?" "No. It's rude to eavesdrop," said Jace.
Cassandra Clare