You don’t sound very patriotic,” observed Tessa. “Weren’t you just reminiscing about the mountains?” “Patriotic?” Will looked smug. “I’ll tell you what’s patriotic,” he said. “In honor of my birthplace, I’ve the dragon of Wales tattooed on my—” “You’re in a charming temper, aren’t you, William?” interrupted Jem, though there was no edge to his voice.
Cassandra ClareJace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.
Cassandra ClareNo matter what the price offered, no Downworlder would fail to listen to a warning against one of the nephilim.
Cassandra ClareWe have a name," said Jace. "Magnes B-" "Shut up." Alec hissed, thwacking Jace with his closed menu. Jace looked injured. "Jesus," he rubbed his arm. "What's your problem?
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