You don't need to worry, though. He's not my type." "I don't think I've ever heard a girl say that before," said Simon. "I thought Jace was the kind of guy who was everyone's type.
Cassandra ClareJem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.
Cassandra ClareOh, I don't know. I prefer to think that when they're at home, the Silent Brothers are much like us. Playing practical jokes in the Silent City, making toasted cheese-" "I hope they play charades," said Tessa Dryly. "It would seem to take advantage of their natural talents.
Cassandra ClareWell, thanks. It was nice of you to give me anything." The tension between them seemed to press down on her like humid air. "Better than a bath in spaghetti any day." He said darkly, "If you share that little bit of personal information with anyone, I may have to kill you." "Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside the dryer with the clothes," Clary said. "The difference is, she didn't let me." "Probably because going around and around inside a dryer can be fatal," Jace pointed out, "whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.
Cassandra ClareWe shouldnโt,โ protested Isabelle. โThe Clave has a plan.โ โThe Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple,โ said Jace. Alec blinked up at them. โJace is right.โ Isabelle turned on her brother. โWhat do you know? You werenโt even paying attention.โ โI was,โ Alec said, injured. โI said Jace was right.โ โYeah, but thereโs like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so thatโs not proof you were listening,โ said Jace. โThatโs just a good guess.
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