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Don’t order any of the faerie food,” said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. “It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you’re munching a faerie plum, the next minute you’re running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not,” he added hastily, “that this has ever happened to me.
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They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite
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Ah, said a voice from the doorway, having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? It’s biannual, said Jem. And no, this is not that meeting.
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Trains are great dirty smoky things,” said Will. “You won’t like it.” Tessa was unmoved. “I won’t know if I like it until I try it, will I?” “I’ve never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn’t like it.” “But think how entertaining for sightseers,” said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his…
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Sometimes, when I have to do something I don’t want to do, I pretend I’m a character from a book. It’s easier to know what they would do.
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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 around Egypt?” “Don’t be ridiculous. No one believes in mummies.
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Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?” “They ate it too,” Will reminisced. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.
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If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?
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What are all these?” Clary asked. “Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades,” Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, “electrum wire – not much use at the moment but it’s always good to have spares – silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-” “Jesus,” said Clary “I doubt he’d fit.” “Jace.” Clary was appalled.
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Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?’ Jace said, “Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself.” …”At least,” she said, “you don’t have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland.” “Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.
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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.
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I am a man” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.
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Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.
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You see, cuckoos are parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds’ nests. When the egg hatches, the baby cuckoo pushes the other baby birds out of the nest. The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places.” “Enormous?” said Jace. “Did you just call me…
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Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?” asked Jace. “It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath.” “As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome,” said Simon. “I knew we should have left you a rat.
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