Oh, its big enough,โ he said patronizingly, โbut somehow I was expectingโฆyou know.โ He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat. โItโs the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl,โ said Isabelle. -Jace & Isabelle, pg.349-
Cassandra ClareShe felt dirty all over and looking over Sebastian, sweat on his brow and his naked torso barely covered by the sheets, she had to swallow back bile at what she'd just done.
Cassandra ClareOooh, that was fun." "That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means." Isabelle pulled the long heavy mass of her wet hair forward and wrung it out as if it were wet washing. "You're raining on my parade." "It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed." Jace glanced around.
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