"Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead." "I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face. "And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."
Cassandra Clare-Nunca dejarรญa de creer en ti -dijo-. Jamรกs. Lo que siento por ti...-Se atracรณ-. Es lo mรกs grande que he sentido en mi vida. [pp.78]
Cassandra ClareInanimate objects are harmless indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But one cannot always say the same of the men who use them.
Cassandra Clare