“Just like every other demon. Jace felt a flicker of something — boredom? — as he reached for a seraph blade. All demons were the same: all the ones that could talk, anyway. They sputtered, they denied. They claimed they… — 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. "Stop!” she cried. “You can’t do this.” It was as if the ground had been yanked out from… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
