Well, it seems a bit silly, looking there,โ said Will. โItโs not like Mortmainโs going to lodge a complaint against the Shadow-hunters through official channels. โVery upset Shadowhunters refused to all die when I wanted them to. Demand recompense. Please mail cheque to A. Mortmain, 18 Kensington Roadโ
Cassandra ClareI have a plan.โ He groaned. โI was afraid of that.โ โMy plans are not terrible.โ โIsabelleโs plans are terrible.โ He pointed a finger at her. โYour plans are suicidal. At best.โ She sat back, her arms crossed over her chest. โDo you want to hear it or not? You have to keep it a secret.โ โI would pluck out my own eyes with a fork before I would give away your secrets,โ Simon said, then looked anxious. โWait a second. Do you think thatโs likely to be required?
Cassandra Clareโ Turned you gay?โ She sounded incredulous. โ Alec, you didnโ t tell me gay?โ She sounded incredulous. โ Alec, you didnโ t tell me that.โ โ I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,โ said Simon.
Cassandra ClareShe gritted her teeth. She was here with Sebastian, on her way to see a powerful warlock, and mentally she was maundering on about the way Jace smelled.
Cassandra ClareMy name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it?" He wandered toward the window, pausing to examine the stacks of books on her bedside table, and then the bed itself. He waved a hand at the ropes. "Do you often sleep tied to the bed?
Cassandra Clare