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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. (Jace Wayland)
I know it’s wrong – God, it’s all kinds of wrong – but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.
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.
That does it,” said Jace. “I’m going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.” “Why?” Isabelle said. “So you can look up ‘fun.’ I’m not sure you know what it means.
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 if you had something nice to look at.” “Meaning you?” “What else?
Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who’d come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who’d come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.
You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me.” She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “But I don’t want anything else in the world.
Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. “Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.” “Canoodle?” repeated Clary, never having heard the word before. “Magnificent?” repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like “Get out.
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.
It means ‘Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234’.
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