We're not dating," Alec said again. "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?
Cassandra ClareKeep up," said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. "I don't want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing's happened to you." "So don't bother." "Last time I left you alone, a demon attacked you," he pointed out. "Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death." He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.
Cassandra ClareWell, Iโm not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "Iโd rather stay down here and rot." "Forever?" said Simon. "Foreverโs an awfully long time." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I knew it," he said. "You want to kiss me, donโt you?
Cassandra ClareFor as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him.
Cassandra ClareYou know what I am." The words breathed out in an auguished whisper. "I'm part demon, Clary. Part demon. You understood that much, didn't you?" His eyes bored into her like drills. "You saw what Valentine was trying to do. He used demon blood-used it on me before I was even born. I'm part monster. Part everthing I've tried so hard to burn out, to destroy.
Cassandra Clare