the [coat] rack above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?" Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful." "Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.
Cassandra ClareYou're not going,"he said as soon as she'd finished. "If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yurs passes, you are not going to Idris." Clary felt as if he'd slapped her. She had thought he'd be pleased. She'd run all the way from the hospital to the Institute to tell him, and here he was standing in the entryway glaring at her with a look of grim death. "But you're going.
Cassandra ClareCharlotte, who had sagged back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, said, โWill, I have already been up all night copying down the relevant parts. Much of it wasโโ โGibberish?โ Jem suggested. โPornographic?โ said Will at the same time. โCould be both,โ said Will. โHavenโt you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?
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