Clace Quote by Cassandra Clare

“Well spotted,” said Isabelle. “Demon.” Demon? She couldn’t possibly be — “With the blue hair,” Alec said, putting his stele away, and Jace realized…

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“Isabelle glanced quizzically toward the bar entrance. The red-haired girl was smiling. Jace wondered if Isabelle saw her. There was something about her. It…

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“You’re staring,” Alec said. His voice was clipped, disapproving. “At that girl. With the red hair.” "The one with the dark-haired friend?” Jace said.…

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“Knock her out,” Alec muttered, under his breath. “Just . . . clonk her on the head with something." “Just go,” Jace said to…

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“It was the girl with red hair and her friend. Jace stood up straight. The girl had taken her hair out of its ponytail…

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“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…

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“Just like every other demon. Jace felt a flicker of something — boredom? — as he reached for a seraph blade. All demons were…

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“What’s this?” Alec said, looking baffled. “It’s a girl,” Jace said. He moved closer to the redhead, who stood with her feet braced apart,…

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“He cleared his throat. “You know this means that what we did what we almost did in Paris...” “Going to the Eiffel Tower?” He…

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“It was like he was always half-awake where other people were concerned. And then we met you, and he woke up." — Isabelle to…

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“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 walking, couldn’t…

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“Clary’s eyes widened. She wondered if she was about to be broken up with. If so, she would have a thing or two to…

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“Jace sighed. "Shall we join our annoying, voyeuristic friends?" "Unfortunately, that's the only kind of friends we have.”

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“Kiss me,” she pleaded, and he did, hot languorous slow kisses that sped up as his heartbeat did, as the movement of their bodies…

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“You're pining," said Jace. Alec shrugged. "Look who's talking. 'oh I love her. Oh, she's my sister. Oh why, why, why—”

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