That's right," he said. "I created a a bunch of Forsaken Warriors, had them attack the Institute and kill Madeleine and nearly kill the rest of us, just so that I could keep Clary from at home. And lo and behold, my diabolical plan is working.
Cassandra ClareJace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad
Cassandra ClareI wouldn't call that an instrument of music," Ragnor observed sourly. "An instrument of torture, perhaps.
Cassandra ClareYou may choose your friends, but not your unlikely saviors,โ Magnus said cheerfully.
Cassandra ClareShe opened her mouth to answer, but he was already kissing her. She had kissed him so many timesโsoft gentle kisses, hard and desperate ones, brief brushes of the lips that said good-bye, and kisses that seemed to go on for hoursโand this was no different. The way the memory of someone who had once lived in a house might linger even after they were gone, like a sort of psychic imprint, her body remembered Jace. Remembered the way he tasted, the slant of his mouth over hers, his scars under her fingers, the shape of his body under her hands.
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