In Paris one could have the eyes of a cat (as he did) and tell people it was a trick of fashion.
Cassandra Clare"Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" asked Simon. "No," Jace said. "Sometimes he sits on the couch and does it."
Cassandra ClareRaphael snapped, "This isn't funny." "That's why no one's laughing." Jace stood, hauling Raphael upright, jamming the tip of his knife between Raphael's shoulder blades.
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