If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliché?
—Cassandra Clare
Of course I can see you. I’m not blind, you know.Oh, but you are. You just don’t know it.
All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?””No,” said Jace.”Do you think Hodge will want any soup?””No one wants any soup.””I want some soup,” Simon said.”No, you don’t,” said Jace....
Something missing. I felt it, even with Sebastian, but I didn’t know what it was I was missing. But it was you. My parabatai.
Clary:What are you doing here, anyway?Jace:’Here’ as in your bedroom or ‘here’ as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you’re asking whether it’s all just a cosmic coincidence...
My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.
If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you’d have died in childhood.
One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it’s 5 a.m., I figured you’d be less cranky...
You’re a Shadowhunter,” he said. “You know how to deal with injuries.” He slid his stele across the table toward her. “Use it.””No,” Clary said, and pushed the stele back across the table at him.Jace...
It doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you, Clary.
If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat,” Jace muttered.Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. “What did you say?”Jace edged toward the fridge. “I said I’m going to look for a snack to...
There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.
Good idea. If you’re going to take on a lair of vampires by yourself, you’d better pray first.
Investigation?” Isabelle laughed. “Now we’re detectives? Maybe we should all have code names.””Good idea,” said Jace. “I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.
But sleep didn’t come. She could hear Jace’s soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn’t what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt...
I will have you know I practiced that speech. In front of a mirror before you got here.””So what do you think it meant?””I’m not sure,” Jace admitted, “but I know I look damn good...
When you told me the first time that Valentine was your father, I didn’t believe it. Not just because I didn’t want it to be true, but because you weren’t anything like him. I’ve never...
Isabelle took out her invitation and waved it like a white flag. “I have an invitation. These”—she indicated the rest of the group with a grand wave of her arm—”are my friends.”Magnus plucked the invitation...
I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.
Nesretni su samo ljudi bez cilja.Ja imam cilj.
By the Angel,” Jace said, looking the demon up and down. “I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell.”Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside...
Don’t stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?””Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are.””What about mummies? Do they only hang...
Actually,” Clary said, “I think he stayed because of me.”Jace’s glaze flicked up to hers with a flash of gold. “Because of you? Hoping for another hot date, was he?”Clary felt herself flush. “No. And...
Jace was kissing her like he thought he might go to hell for doing it, but it would be worth it.
Well I’m not kissing the mundane,” said Jace. “I’d rather stay down here and rot.””Forever?” said Simon. “Forever is an awfully long time.”Jace raised his eyebrows, “I knew it,” he said, “you want to kiss...
Yes.
He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.
And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland—Herondale—Lightwood—whatever you want to call yourself. I don’t care. I love you and I wil always love you, and pretending it could be any other...
And when I saw him[my father] lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn’t stopped believing in God. I’d just stopped believing God cared. There might be a...
Don’t.” Clary raised a warning hand. “I’m not really in the mood right now.””That’s got to be the first time a girl’s ever said that to me,” Jace mused.
I am with you. I’m not going anywhere.””Is there anything special you want to see? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower of Pisa?”Only if it falls on Sebastian’s head, she thought. “Can we travel to Idris?...
Cazadores de Sombras: se les ve mejor el negro que a las viudas de sus enemigos dede 1234.
I forgot that’s what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace, girls killing things.””I like anyone killing things, especially me.” he said with a smile.
The Queen gave him a look: special and secretive and shared between the two of them.You warned her about us, the look seemed to say.That we would hurt her, break her as you might break...
When I was a little kid, I realized that if you say any word over and over fast enough, it loses all it’s meaning.
Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn’t make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie....
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,...
Terrible. I’m already way behind on my quota of witty comments for the day.
He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love...
I was going to watch Project Runway,” said Jace. “It’s on next.””No, you’re not,” said Magnus. He snapped his fingers and the TV went off, releasing a small puff of smoke as the picture died....
You don’t believe me?” Jace asked. “Fine. Go ahead. Kiss me right now.”Alec stared at him in horror.”Exactly. Despite my staggering good lucks, you actually don’t like me that way.
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