There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.
Cassandra ClareYou like the party?" "Is it in honor of anything?" "My cat's birthday." "Oh." She glanced around. "Where's your cat?" "I dont know. He ran away." -Magnus & Clary, pg.221-
Cassandra ClareAlec slid his hand from Jace's arm to his shoulder. Magnus cleared his throat. Alec dropped his hand. Simon grinned into his undrunk coffee.
Cassandra Clare