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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “You’ve got a lot of responsibility now,” Jace said to Julian. “You’ll have to make sure Emma winds up with a guy who deserves her.”
    Julian was strangely white-faced. Maybe he was feeling the effects of the ceremony, Emma thought. It had been strong magic; she still felt it sizzling through her blood like champagne bubbles. But Jules looked as if he’d been slapped.
    “What about me?” Emma said, quickly. “Don’t I have to make sure Jules winds up with someone who deserves him?”
    “Absolutely. I did it for Alec, Alec did it for me — well, actually, he hated Clary at first, but he came around.”
    “I BET you didn’t like Magnus much, either,” said Julian, still with the same odd, stiff look on his face.
    “Maybe not,” said Jace, “but I never would have said so.”
    “Because it would have hurt Alec’s feelings?” Emma asked.
    “No,” said Jace, “because Magnus would have turned me into a hat rack.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “Hello? This is Clary Fairchild.”

    “Clary? It’s me, Emma.”

    “Oh, Emma, hi! I haven’t heard from you in ages. My mom says thanks for the wedding flowers, by the way. She wanted to send a note but Luke whisked her away on a honeymoon to Tahiti.”

    “Tahiti sounds nice.”

    “It probably is — Jace, what are you doing with that thing? There is no way it’ll fit.”

    “Is this a bad time?”

    “What? No! Jace is trying to drag a trebuchet into the training room. Alec, stop helping him.”

    “What’s a trebuchet?”

    “It’s a huge catapult.”

    “What are they going to use it for?”

    “I have no idea. Alec, you’re enabling! You’re an enabler!”

    “Maybe it is a bad time.”

    “I doubt there’ll be a better one. Is something wrong? Is there anything I can do?”

    “I think we have your cat.”

    “What?”

    “Your cat. Big fuzzy Blue Persian? Always looks angry? Julian says it’s your cat. He says he saw it at the New York Institute. Well, saw him. It’s a boy cat.”

    “Church? You have Church? But I thought — well, we knew he was gone. We thought Brother Zachariah took him. Isabelle was annoyed, but they seemed to know each other. I’ve never seen Church actually likeanyone like that.”

    “I don’t know if he likes anyone here. He bit Julian twice. Oh, wait. Julian says he likes Ty. He’s asleep on Ty’s bed.”

    “How did you wind up with him?”

    “Someone rang our front doorbell. Diana, she’s our tutor, went down to see what it was. Church was in a cage on the front step with a note tied to it. It said For Emma. This is Church, a longtime friend of the Carstairs. Take care of this cat and he will take care of you. —J.”

    “Brother Zachariah left you a cat.”

    “But I don’t even really know him. And he’s not a Silent Brother any more.”

    “You may not know him, but he clearly knows you.”

    “What do you think the J stands for?”

    “His real name. Look, Emma, if he wants you to have Church, and you want Church, you should keep him.”

    “Are you sure? The Lightwoods —“

    ‘They’re both standing here nodding. Well, Alec is partially trapped under a trebuchet, but he seems to be nodding.”

    “Jules says we’d like to keep him. We used to have a cat named Oscar, but he died, and, well, Church seems to be good for Ty’s nightmares.”

    “Oh, honey. I think, really, he’s Brother Zachariah’s cat. And if he wants you to have him, then you should.”

    “Why does Brother Zachariah want to protect me? It’s like he knows me, but I don’t know why he knows me.”

    “I don’t exactly know … But I know Tessa. She’s his — well, girlfriend seems not the right word for it. They’ve known each other a long, long time. I have a feeling they’re both watching over you.”

    “That’s good. I have a feeling we’re going to need it.”

    “Emma — oh my God. The trebuchet just crashed through the floor. I have to go. Call me later.”

    “But we can keep the cat?”

    “You can keep the cat.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “Emma swallowed. She was remembering Julian, two years ago, standing in the overlapping circles of fire where the parabatai ritual was performed. The look on his face as they each stepped into the central circle and the fire rose up around them, and he unbuttoned his shirt to let her touch the stele to his skin and carve the rune that would bind them together for their whole lives. She knew if she just reached out now, she could touch it, touch the rune cut into his shoulder, the rune she had put there …”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Emma —“
    “I’m calling.” Emma lunged for her phone.
    “No!” Julian said, forcefully enough to stop her. “You know we can’t tell anyone. About Mark —“
    “You’re not going to bleed to death in a car for Mark!”
    “No,” he said, looking at her. His eyes were eerily green-blue, the only bright color in the dark interior of the car. “You’re going to fix me.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Now he looked at her sideways. “You don’t think I look like a Shadowhunter any more?”
    “Do you want to?” Cristina asked.
    “I want to look like my family,” Mark said. “I cannot have the Blackthorn coloring, but I can look as much like Nephilim as possible. Besides, if I wish to be part of the investigation, I cannot stand out.”
    Cristina held back from telling Mark that there was no world in which he didn’t stand out. “I can make you look like a Shadowhunter.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “She had wondered, when he’d looked into her eyes and said that he’d had to learn to make do without mirrors in the Wild Hunt, whose eyes he’d been looking into for all those years. Who’d been his mirror.
    Now she knew.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “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.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission."
    "Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered.
    "Selling them on what?"
    Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?" asked Jace.
    "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."
    "As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome," said Simon.
    "I knew we should have left you a rat.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't order any of the faerie food," said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not," he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it's 5 a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at."
    "Meaning you?"
    "What else?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names."
    "Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
    "I was ninety percent sure."
    "I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain.
    "What the hell was that for?"
    "The other ten percent.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie. (Jace Wayland)”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “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.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Jace shoot her a look of white rage - but when she glanced at him, he looked as he always did: easy, confident, slightly bored.
    "In future, Clarissa," he said, "it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations."
    "You invited him into bed?" Simon demanded, looking shaken.
    "Ridiculous, isn't it?" said Jace. "We would never have all fit."
    "I didn't invite him into bed," Clary snapped. "We were just kissing."
    "Just kissing?" Jace's tone mocked her with its false hurt. "How swiftly you dismiss our love.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Don't tell me," Jace said, "Simon's turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, you'll have have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission." He pointed at himself - he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. "Look. Jammies."
    "Jace," Clary said, "this is important."
    "Don't tell me," he said. "You've got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, I'm not in the mood. You could always ask Hodge," he said as an afterthought. "I hear he'll do anything for a -"
    "JACE!" she interrupted him, her voice rising to a scream. "JUST SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN, WILL YOU?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “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.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “That's why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don't say anything, they just nod. The nod means, 'I' am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,' but they don't say anything because they're Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green."
    "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “I don't want tea," said Clary, with muffled force. "I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them."
    "Unfortunately," said Hodge, "we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets.
    Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “Are you the one with the blue eyes?"
    "Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sorry, are you telling me that your demon-slaying buddies need to be driven to their next assignment with the forces of darkness by my mom?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “Is this Clarissa Fray?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar, though not immediately identifiable.
    Clary twirled the phone cord nervously around her finger. "Yeees?"
    "Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you met last night in Pandemonium? I"m afraid I made a bad impression and was hoping you'd give me a chance to make it up to-"
    "SIMON!" Clary held the phone away from her ear as he cracked up laughing. "That is so not funny!"
    "Sure it is. You just don't see the humor."
    "Jerk." Clary sighed, leaning up against the wall.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat," Jace muttered.

    Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. "What did you say?"

    Jace edged toward the fridge. "I said I'm going to look for a snack to eat."

    That's what I thought you said." Isabelle turned her attention to the soup.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones



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