“You're pining," said Jace. Alec shrugged. "Look who's talking. 'oh I love her. Oh, she's my sister. Oh why, why, why—” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“What’s this?” Alec said, looking baffled. “It’s a girl,” Jace said. He moved closer to the redhead, who stood with her feet… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and he did, hot languorous slow kisses that sped up as his heartbeat did, as the movement of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Just like every other demon. Jace felt a flicker of something — boredom? — as he reached for a seraph blade. All… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Jace sighed. "Shall we join our annoying, voyeuristic friends?" "Unfortunately, that's the only kind of friends we have.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Jace, you don’t have to—” “I was trying to go…somewhere,” Jace said. “But I kept getting pulled back here. I couldn’t stop… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“And then Jace’s boredom exploded into a million pieces as the girl with the red hair stepped out from behind a pillar.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Clary’s eyes widened. She wondered if she was about to be broken up with. If so, she would have a thing or… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He cleared his throat. “You know this means that what we did what we almost did in Paris...” “Going to the Eiffel… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“It was the girl with red hair and her friend. Jace stood up straight. The girl had taken her hair out of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You don't have to. I have enough faith in you," she said, "for the both of us.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“And tell them what?" Jace said witheringly. "That invisible people are bothering you? Trust me, little girl, the police aren't going to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The corner of his mouth quirked up suddenly. “What?” Clary demanded. “Is something funny?” “ ‘Flying death turtle’?” he said. “Only you.” — 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
“Clary held her hands up. 'I do get it. I know you don’t like me, Isabelle. Because I’m a mundane to you.'… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You’re staring,” Alec said. His voice was clipped, disapproving. “At that girl. With the red hair.” "The one with the dark-haired friend?”… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Isabelle glanced quizzically toward the bar entrance. The red-haired girl was smiling. Jace wondered if Isabelle saw her. There was something about… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Well spotted,” said Isabelle. “Demon.” Demon? She couldn’t possibly be — “With the blue hair,” Alec said, putting his stele away, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
