You have a dark heart in you, Valentineโs daughter,โ he said. โYou just wonโt admit it. And if you want Jace, you had better accept it. Because he belongs to me now.
Cassandra ClareI was trying to make you jealous!" Simon screamed, right back. His hands were fisted at his sides. "You're so stupid, Clary. You're so stupid, can't you see anything?" She stared at him in bewilderment. What on earth did he mean? "Trying to make me jealous? Why would you try to do that?" She saw immediately that this was the worst thing she could have asked him. "Because," he said, so bitterly that it shocked her, "I've been in love with you for ten years, so I thought it seemed like the time to find out whether you felt the same about me. Which, I guess you don't.
Cassandra ClareHe gazed amusedly down the table at Tessa. โYouโre the shape-changer, arenโt you?โ he said. โMagnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.โ Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary in his extraordinary face. โNo. No mark.โ He grinned around his fork. โI do suppose theyโve looked everywhere?โ โIโm sure Willโs tried,โ said Jessamine in a bored tone.
Cassandra ClareGo to faeries for gossip about vampires, to werewolves for gossip about faeries, and do not gossip about werewolves, because they try to bite your face off: that was Magnus's motto.
Cassandra ClareWhite for Shadowhunters is the color of funerals," Luke explained. โ But for mundanes, Jace, itโ s the color of weddings. Brides wear white to symbolize their purity.โ โI thought Jocelyn said her dress wasnโt white,โ Simon said. โWell,โ said Jace, โI suppose that ship has sailed.โ Luke choked on his coffee.
Cassandra ClareJace perched on the windowsill and looked down at him. "You really don't get this bodyguard thing, do you?" "I didn't even think you liked me all that much," said Simon. "Is this one of those keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer things?" "I thought it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house a night and throw up in his mailbox." "I'm pretty sure that's not it
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