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."
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."
"What's this?"he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there."It's a girl,"Jace said,recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one."
"Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."
"I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way we're on our own."
"By the Angel,"Jace said, looking the demon up and down. "I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell."Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth."I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business,"Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?"