Willโs hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.
Cassandra ClareI didn't get this dressed up to watch you mess around in the gutter with a bunch of motorcycles." "They are pretty to look at," said Jace. "You have to admit that." "So am I," said Isabelle.
Cassandra ClareIf I might ask--," she began. Will sighed. "You know you'll ask whether I say it's all right or not.
Cassandra ClareWe shouldnโt,โ protested Isabelle. โThe Clave has a plan.โ โThe Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple,โ said Jace. Alec blinked up at them. โJace is right.โ Isabelle turned on her brother. โWhat do you know? You werenโt even paying attention.โ โI was,โ Alec said, injured. โI said Jace was right.โ โYeah, but thereโs like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so thatโs not proof you were listening,โ said Jace. โThatโs just a good guess.
Cassandra ClareI think you ought to let me take poor Tessa into town to get some new clothes. Otherwise, the first time she takes a deep breath, that dress will fall right off her." Will looked interested. "I think she should try that out now and see what happens.
Cassandra ClareHeโs not feeling well,โ Clary said, catching at Simonโs wrist. โWeโre going.โ โNo,โ Simon said. โNo, I โ I need to talk to him. To the Inquisitor." Robert reached into his jacket and drew out a crucifix. Clary stared in shock as he held it up between himself and Simon. โI speak to the Nightโs Children Council representative, or to the head of the New York clan,โ he said. โNot to any vampire who comes to knock at my door โโ Simon reached out and plucked the cross out of Robertโs hand. โWrong religion,โ he said.
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