But how do they get inside?" "They fly," Jace said, and indicated the upper floors of the building. [...] "We don't fly," Clary felt impelled to point out. "No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter." He started across the street toward the hotel. "Flying sounds like more fun," Clary said, hurrying to catch up with him. "Right now everything sounds like more fun.
Cassandra ClareAlec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?" Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.
Cassandra ClareDo you think sheโll catch him before he gets to the hall?โ โMy momโs spent her whole life chasing me around,โ Clary said. โShe moves fast.
Cassandra ClareHe does what he wants, and I donโt ask,โ he said. โHe could bring a six-foot tall pink rabbit in a bikini back home with him if he wanted to. Itโs not my business. But if youโre asking me if Iโve brought any girls back here, the answer is no. I donโt want anybody but you.
Cassandra ClareI'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly dull-witted." Tessa glared. "If it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a high-class establishment. Nicely furnished, fairly clean..." "Sounds as if you've visited your fair share of brothels," Tessa said, sourly. "Making a study of them?" "More of a hobby," said Will, and smiled like a bad angel.
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