the [coat] rack above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?" Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful." "Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.
Cassandra ClareMagnus stood up and went to the window. He pushed the curtain back, letting in just enough light to silhouette his hawklike profile. "Blood," he said, half to himself. "I had a dream two nights ago. I saw a city all of blood, with towers made of bone, and blood ran in the streets like water." Simon slewed his eyes over to Jace. "Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" "No," said Jace, "sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.
Cassandra ClareStop it," he hissed in her ear. "You'll just make it worse for yourself. It's better if you don't look." "Like you do?" she hissed back. "Shutting your eyes and pretending something's not happening doesn't make it not true, Jace. You ought to know better-
Cassandra ClareMr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots,โ Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. โPerhaps you could learn from their example.โ โPerhaps,โ said Will. โBut I doubt it.โ Sophie scowled, and started off along the corridor again, her shoulders tightly set with indignation. Tessa looked at Will in amazement. โWhat was that?โ Will shrugged lazily. โSophie enjoys pretending she doesnโt like me.โ โDoesnโt like you? She hates you!
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