She threw the door open. The room seemed to be a sort of library, the walls lined with books. It was brightly lit, light streaming through a tall picture window. In the middle of the room stood Jace. He wasn't alone, though-not by a long shot. There was a dark-haired girl with him, a girl Clary had never seen before, and the two of them were locked together in a passionate embrace
Cassandra ClareHe was gazing at her, the way one did when one felt one was unobserved. He had that look on his face, the look he usually got only when he was playing the violin, as if he were completely caught up and entranced.
Cassandra Clare"Simon,โ said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. โI guess this is the part where we say good-bye?
Cassandra ClareHe had to think he was Michael Waylandโs son, or the Lightwoods would not have protected him as they did. It was Michael they owed a debt to, not me. It was on Michaelโs account that they loved him, not mine.โ โMaybe they loved him on his own account,โ said Clary.
Cassandra ClareI always knew there were vampires, dude,โ heโd said. โBecause, you know how thereโs people you know who, like, always look the same, even when theyโre, like, a hundred years old? Like David Bowie? Thatโs because theyโre vampires.
Cassandra ClareRule number one of anime," Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said I BLOGGED YOUR MOM and a pair of jeans that were ripped in one knee. "Never screw with a blind monk.
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