I'm afraid to answer that. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.
Cassandra ClareJace: "I guess we better move the trash. We can start with the Dumpster," looking unenthusiastic. Clary: "You'd rather face a ravening horde of demons, wouldn't you?" Jace: "At least they wouldn't be crawling with maggots. Well, not most of them, anyway. There was this one demon, once, that I tracked down to the sewers under Grand Central--" Clary: "Don't. I'm not really in the mood right now." Jace: "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me." Clary: "Stick with me and it won't be the last.
Cassandra ClareNiches set back in the walls contained polished marble statues of entwined bodies. Will looked away from them hastily, and then back. It wasn't as if Magnus seemed to be paying attention to what Will was doing, and he'd honestly never imagined two people could get themselves into a position like that, much less make it look artistic.
Cassandra ClareI get no sense from his note at all,โ said Will, bounding to his feet, โexcept that he can quote Tennysonโs lesser poetry. Sophie, how quickly can you have Tessa ready?โ โHalf an hour,โ said Sophie, not looking up from the dress. โMeet me in the courtyard in half an hour, then,โ said Will. โIโll wake Cyril. And be prepared to swoon at my finery.
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