She closed her eyes and jumped. For a moment she felt herself hang suspended, free of everything. Then gravity took over, and she plunged toward the floor. Instinctively she pulled her arms and legs in, keeping her eyes squeezed shut. The cord pulled taut and she rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As her velocity slowed, she opened her eyes and found herself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above Jace. He was grinning. 'Nice', he said. 'As graceful as a falling snowflake.
Cassandra ClareI'm not ritualistic about writing. I try to write as often as possible, which means that I have to be able to write in all kinds of situations, whether it's at home on my couch, out at a cafe, or traveling.
Cassandra ClareYou'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.
Cassandra ClareNot everything is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.
Cassandra ClareDesire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesnโt desire his kiss, she wonโt be free.
Cassandra Clare