What do you want?""Just coffee. Black - like my soul. - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
"What do you want?""Just coffee. Black - like my soul."
"What do you want?""Just coffee. Black - like my soul."
"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."
"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."
"A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?"
"I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored"
"Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?'Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."..."At least,"she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland.""Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting."