He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?" Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?" "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly." "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?" "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.
Cassandra ClareWhen two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.
Cassandra ClareHow can you tell? That I like books, I mean. The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me.
Cassandra Clare