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- “He’d do it for me. Tell me he wouldn’t. If I were missing—” “He’d burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know,”
- “Basia coquum,” Simon said. “Or whatever their motto is.” “It’s ‘Descensus Averno facilis est.’ ‘The descent into hell is easy,’” said Alec. “You just said “Kiss the cook.” “Dammit,” said Simon. “I knew Jace was screwing with me.”
- did jace teach him that? oh my goodness
- “Not that kind of history,” said Alec irritably. “Some kind of feud. Though,” he added, half under his breath, “the way he got around before me, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
- omg you were so upset about it before and now youre making jokes about it wow haha guess he's over it
- Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn’t blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain.
- “How was the Seelie Queen?” “Same as usual.” “Raging bitch, then?” “Pretty much.”
- “Jordan doesn’t really care about the blood,” Simon said now. “His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah.” Clary slid next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. “Is your inner vampire different from your… outer vampire?” “Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I’m fighting it.” Clary smiled faintly. “So your inner vampire is Magnus?”
- Her amber eyes were full of concern. Simon knew it was churlish, but there was something about being looked at like that that he didn’t like. It was as if her concern made the problem real, when otherwise he could pretend it wasn’t happening.
- Sebastian had been wearing a long black wool trench coat that had looked expensive. “Like an evil Burberry ad,” Simon said when she was done.
- “I was hoping they’d put up flyers like they do for lost cats,” he said. “Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to ‘Jace,’ or ‘Hot Stuff.’” “You did not just say that.” “You don’t like ‘Hot Stuff’? You think ‘Sweet Cheeks’ might be better? ‘Love Crumpet’? Really, that last one’s stretching it a bit. Though, technically, my family is British—”
- Luke fell back against the wall—then slid down it, leaving a smear of blood behind as Clary stared in horror.
- AAAH please don't die
- “Do you think I’d stay for one second with a boy who threatened me with a knife, even if I loved him?
- “I have a job offer for you,” said Raphael. “Seriously? You short-staffed at the hotel?” “I need a bodyguard.”
- are you kidding?
- He remembered seeing Isabelle in her red dress outside the Ironworks and thinking, That’s the girl Simon was messing around on Maia with? Neither of them was the sort of girl who gave the impression you could cheat on her and survive it. And neither one of them was the sort of girl you said no to.
- And I like the way he smiles. You know, one side of his mouth goes up before the other one—
- aw that's just like robert sheehan's smirk
- The same sense that this person might look like a porcelain doll but was steel underneath.
- “Do you know what that means?” asked Jocelyn, her eyes on the lowering bridge. “What?” “What you just said. The motto of the Iron Sisters.” The drawbridge was almost flat. “It means ‘Fire tests gold.’” “Right,” said Jocelyn. “They don’t just mean forges and metalwork. They mean that adversity tests one’s strength of character. In difficult times, in dark times, some people shine.” “Oh, yeah?” said Izzy. “Well, I’m sick of dark and difficult times. Maybe I don’t want to shine.” The drawbridge crashed at their feet. “If you’re anything like your mother,” said Jocelyn, “you won’t be able to help it.”
- Everyone stared at Isabelle, and for a moment Simon was reminded of something that Clary had said to him once—that Izzy rarely made speeches, but when she did, she made them count.
- “You know, I really missed you.” “You mean you haven’t been going on romantic dates with Sebastian while you’ve been away from me?” “I tried,” Jace said, “but no matter how liquored up you get him, he just won’t put out.”
- He caught her wrist. “Isabelle, don’t,” he said urgently. “I can’t control myself, can’t control it. I could hurt you, kill you.” Her eyes shone. “You won’t. You can hold yourself back. You did with Jace.” “I’m not attracted to Jace.” “Not even a little?” she said hopefully. “Eensy bit? Because that would be kind of hot. Ah, well. Too bad.
- Jace raised his eyebrows. “Matching haircuts for everyone?” “I hope not,” said Sebastian. “I look terrible with curls.”
- Jordan poked at the edge of the pentagram. “Can it tell the future? So, pentagram, is our band going to make it big?” “It’s a demon from Hell, not a Magic Eight Ball, Jordan,” said Magnus irritably.
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