And so what? I just killed a demon in my own house, and you're going to be a dickhead about it because I'm not some spoiled-rotten rich brat like you and your sister?" Alec looked astonished. "What did you call me?
Cassandra ClareI get a lot of inspiration from research in mythology and folklore, I find that stories people told each other thousands of years ago are still relevant now.
Cassandra ClareDon't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.
Cassandra ClareI would never date a girl who insisted that I cut you out of my life. Itโs non-negotiable. You want a piece of all this fabulousness?โ He gestured at himself. โWell, my best friend comes along with it. I wouldnโt cut you out of my life, Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentineโs Day gift.โ โGross,โ said Clary. โMust you?โ He grinned. โI must.
Cassandra ClareWhat are you? The voice came from nowhere. It was in the room. It was outside. It was in Magnus's head. "A warlock," Magnus answered. "And what are you?" We are many. "Please do not say you are a legion. Someone's taken that." Do you make mirth from mundane scriptures, warlock? "Just breaking the ice
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