I like that stick of yours," he said. "It's a staff." Jem swung out to knock another automaton sideways. "Made by the Iron Sisters, only for Silent Brothers." [...] "Anyone can sharpen a stick." "It's a staff," Jem repeated, and saw Will's quicksilver smile out of the corner of his eye.
Cassandra ClareForsooth, I no longer toil in vain, To prove that demon pox warps the brain. So though 'ti pity, it's not in vain That the pox-ridden worm was slain: For to believe in me, you all must deign.
Cassandra ClareLuke indicated Simon and Clary with a wave of his hand. 'I brought some people to see you.' Jace's eyes moved to them. They were as blanked as if the had been painted. 'Unfortunately, ' he said, 'I only had the one pencil.
Cassandra ClareSomething snapped inside Maryse. โHe is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. Heโs my son.
Cassandra ClareCharlotte leaned forward across the table. โThe Dark Sisters never mentioned what use they intended to make of your abilities, did they?โ โYou know about the Magister.โ Tessa said. โThey said they were preparing me for him.โ โFor him to do what?โ Will asked. โEat you for dinner?โ Tessa shook her head. โTo โ to marry me, they said.โ โTo marry you?โ Jessamine was openly scornful. โThatโs ridiculous. They were probably going to blood sacrifice you and didnโt want you to panic.โ (page 78)
Cassandra Clare"Jace?" She offered him the glass. "I am a man," he told her. "And men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman and bring me something brown." "Brown?" Isabelle made a face. "Brown is a manly colour," said Jace and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. "In fact, look - Alec is wearing it." Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. "It was black," he said. "But then it faded." "You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested.
Cassandra ClareWill's Father's gaze went immediately to Gabriel, and then to Cecily, his eyes narrowing. "And who is this gentlemen?" Will's grin widened. "Oh him," he said. "This is Cecliy's friend, Mr. Gabriel Lightworm." Gabriel, half in the act of stretching his hand to greet Mr. Herondale, froze in horror. "Lightwood," he sputtered. "Gabriel Lightwood.
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