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- “I am not,” Alec said, through his teeth. “Just because you said dragon demons were extinct—” “I said mostly extinct.” Alec jabbed a finger toward him. “Mostly extinct,” he said, his voice trembling with rage, “is NOT EXTINCT ENOUGH.”
- Alec looked at her and shook his head. “How do you manage never to get mud on you?” Isabelle shrugged philosophically. “I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt.” Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. “Filthy inside and out.”
- and he’d turned out to be the sort of person who lit the wings of butterflies on fire to watch them burn and die as they flew.
- they hadn’t believed her. No one had, looking at Daniel; they’d confused beauty with innocence and harmlessness.
- the same way of walking, like a panther on the lookout for prey,
- Be a man.” “I don’t want to be a man,” said Jace. “I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can’t confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.” “Well,” said Luke, “you’re doing a fantastic job.”
- Simon shrugged. “I’ve heard of werewolves before. They’re sort of a known element. So he turns into a wolf once a month, so what. But the Shadowhunter thing—they’re like a cult.” “They’re not like a cult.” “Sure they are. Shadowhunting is their whole lives. And they look down on everyone else. They call us mundanes. Like they’re not human beings. They’re not friends with ordinary people, they don’t go to the same places, they don’t know the same jokes, they think they’re above us.”
- “There’s nothing wild about me. I’m stolid. Middle-aged.” “Except that once a month you turn into a wolf and go tearing around slaughtering things,” Clary said. “It could be worse,” Luke said. “Men my age have been known to purchase expensive sports cars and sleep with supermodels.” “You’re only thirty-eight,” Simon pointed out. “That’s not middle-aged.” “Thank you, Simon, I appreciate that.”
- “Does this mean you’re going to wolf out and eat me?” “Certainly not.” Luke rose to toss the pizza box into the trash. “You would be stringy and hard to digest.” “But kosher,” Simon pointed out cheerfully.
- long-sleeved T-shirt.
- What... :?
- “Looks like a bite mark,” said Jace. “What have you been doing all night, anyway?” “Nothing.” Beet red, his hand still clamped to his neck,
- Is that a hickey? Who gave it to you? Magnus? haha
- Of course, she’d kissed Jace, on the night of her birthday, and that hadn’t been safe and comfortable and pleasant at all. It had been like opening up a vein of something unknown inside her body, something hotter and sweeter and bitterer than blood.
- “We need to talk,” she said. “All of us. About what we’re going to do now.” “I was going to watch Project Runway,” said Jace. “It’s on next.”
- Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She looked like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting at the top of her tower for someone to ride up and rescue her. Not that traditional princess behavior was like Isabelle at all. Isabelle with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.
- “Honestly, Clary, if you don’t start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority – I just don’t know what I’ll do with you.”
- “You’re raining on my parade.” “It’s a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn’t noticed.”
- “Well, I’m not kissing the mundane,” said Jace. “I’d rather stay down here and rot.” “Forever?” said Simon. “Forever’s an awfully long time.” Jace raised his eyebrows. “I knew it,” he said. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?” Simon threw up his hands in exasperation. “Of course not. But if—” “I guess it’s true what they say,” observed Jace. “There are no straight men in the trenches.” “That’s atheists, jackass,” said Simon furiously. “There are no atheists in the trenches.”
- “Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it.
- “Why didn’t you wake me up?” “I thought you could use the rest. Besides, you were sleeping like the dead. You even drooled,” he added. “On my shirt.”
- “Because the nasty things,” Simon said, pushing past her, “they come out in the dark.”
- Fighting to him was like sex to other people.
- “No,” he said now, “but you are the only warlock we know who happens to be dating a friend of ours.”
- 'oh my glob you guys drama bomb' read nextss lines
- “Nothing,” chorused Clary, Simon, Alec, Magnus, and Jace, in surprising and probably never-to-be-repeated unison.
- Jace suggested that the cast of Gilligan’s Island could do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.
- like go fuck themselves?
- “But I get the feeling you’d rather pine over someone you can never possibly be with than try being with someone you can.”
- and of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him.
- She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadn’t said them—had let Alec go on lying and pretending—because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar.
- “It’s better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, etcetera, and so on.”
- FROM - milton's paradise lost
- My city, Jace thought, experimentally, but the words still brought to mind Alicante and its crystal towers, not the skyscrapers of Manhattan.
- “I am Nephilim, no matter how much I might think the Covenant is useless and the Law fraudulent. A man doesn’t have to agree with his government to be a patriot, does he? It takes a true patriot to dissent, to say he loves his country more than he cares for his own place in the social order. I’ve been vilified for my choice, forced into hiding, banished from Idris. But I am—I will always be—Nephilim. I can’t change the blood in my veins if I wished to—and I don’t.”
- “Hate is nothing when weighed against survival.”
- Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you’ve already had sex, it was great, and now you’re just friends—even though you want more.
- Who wants to do me?” “A regrettable choice of words,” muttered Magnus.
- “If you’re texting Magnus to say ‘I think u r kewl,’ I’m going to kill you.”
- “The Inquisitor’s got this place locked up tighter than a pentagram.
- “I hate to break it to you, but we need a boat to get to another boat,” said Luke. “I’m not sure even Jace can walk on water.”
- “Your father,” Luke said, “what did he say to you when you saw him? What did he promise you?” “Oh, you know. The usual. A lifetime’s supply of Knicks tickets.”
- what? surprised he knows who the knicks are, he doesnt even know who the doors are
- When she drew back, breathing hard, she saw Maia staring at her in astonishment. “Girl,” she said, “what did you do?”
- “Wait.” Clary was suddenly nervous. “The melted metal—it could be, like, toxic sludge or something.” Maia snorted. “I’m from New Jersey. I was born in toxic sludge.”
- “But isn’t that what love is, Clarissa? Ownership? ‘I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,’ as the Song of Songs goes.”
- She jabbed a finger at his shoulder. “When did you get that?” Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon’s poison had eaten a hole in his shirt, leaving a good deal of his left shoulder bare. “The shirt? At Macy’s. Winter sale.”
- omg
- “Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body,”
- finally someone said it
- A pair of werewolves occupied another booth. They were eating raw shanks of lamb and arguing about who would win in a fight: Dumbledore from the Harry Potter books or Magnus Bane.
- She’d cried loudly enough that the man sitting across from her had offered her a tissue, and she’d screamed, What do you think you’re looking at, jerk? at him, because that was what you did in New York. After that she felt a little better.
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