Alec looked horrified, as if she'd asked him to put on a tutu and execute a perfect pirouette.
Alec looked horrified, as if she'd asked him to put on a tutu and execute a perfect pirouette.
He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.
Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.
Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.
He's got a great sense of humor for a guy who never says anything.
Just coffee. Black-like my soul.
And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.
Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually, he offered to wake you up himself, but since its five a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at.
Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.
Beautiful. He'd called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn't count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful.
Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough.
Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
Chairmen Meow deserves me every effort.
Humans were so stupid. They had something so precious, and they barely safeguarded it at all. They threw away their lives for money, for packets of powder, for a stranger's charming smile.
My hair is naturally blonde... Just for the record. ~ Jace
Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle's head.
Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.
No. It is said that the Nephilim are the children of men and angels. All that this angelic heritage has given to us is a longer distance to fall.
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