A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid f... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
"A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?"
"A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?"
"Jace's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, "Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories.""You hate the Silent Brothers,"protested Isabelle."I don't hate them,"said Jace candidly."I'm afraid of them. It's not the same thing.""I thought you said they were libarians,"said Clary."They are librarians."Simon whistled. "Those must be some killer late fees."
"Rule number one of anime,"Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said I BLOGGED YOUR MOM and a pair of jeans that were ripped in one knee. "Never screw with a blind monk."
"How can you tell? That I like books, I mean.The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me."
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."
"I'm not unhappy,"he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose."