“Wait." Isabelle suddenly sat up straight. "What did you say that name was?" she demanded, turning to Jace. "The name in Clary's… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Alec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like "ducking glass mole. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Knock her out,” Alec muttered, under his breath. “Just . . . clonk her on the head with something." “Just go,” Jace… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
