He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?" Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?" "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly." "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?" "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.
Cassandra ClareI donโt know what to do,โ Will said. โMortmain has taken Tessa, and I believe now I know where she might be. There is a part of me that wants nothing more than to go after her. But I cannot leave Jem. I swore an oath. And what if he wakes in the night and finds I am not here?โ He looked as lost as a child. โHe will think I left him willingly, not caring that he was dying. He will not know. And yet if he could speak, would he not tell me to go after Tessa? Is that not what he would want?โ Will dropped his face into his hands. โI cannot say, and it is tearing me in half.
Cassandra ClareYou are just jealous," Magnus remarked calmly. "Because you do not have the soul of a true artiste like myself." "Oh, I am positively green with envy," Ragnor snapped. "Come now, Ragnor. That's not fair," said Magnus. "You know I love it when you make jokes about your complexion.
Cassandra ClareShe felt as if the world were tilting and she was clinging on helplessly, trying to keep from tumbling into a black abyss.
Cassandra ClareYou could dress it up with a sequined headband,โ Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. โJust a thought.โ โResist the urge, Alec.โ Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. โYouโll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.โ โThere are worse things,โ Magnus observed.
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