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?"
"Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."
"What are all these?"Clary asked."Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades,"Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, "electrum wire - not much use at the moment but it's always good to have spares - silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-""Jesus,"said Clary"I doubt he'd fit.""Jace."Clary was appalled."
"Jace looked as if she had slapped him. "Why are you determined not to believe us?""Because she loves you,"said Valentine.Clary felt the blood drain out of her face."
"The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
"Don't."Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now.""That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me,"Jace mused."