She Still Felt His Gaze On Her

Alec Looked Merely Irritated By This Comment. "the Only Way You Could Raise Enough Money To Hire Magnus By Selling Lemonade Is If You Put Meth In It.

Mr. Branwell And Mr. Carstairs Seem To Have No Problem Cleaning Their Boots,” Sophie Said, Looking Darkly From Will To Tessa. “perhaps You Could Learn From Their Example.” “perhaps,” Said Will. “but I Doubt It.” Sophie Scowled, And Started Off Along The Corridor Again, Her Shoulders Tightly Set With Indignation. Tessa Looked At Will In Amazement. “what Was That?” Will Shrugged Lazily. “sophie Enjoys Pretending She Doesn’t Like Me.” “doesn’t Like You? She Hates You!

Why Does It Take Girls So Long To Shower?” He Demanded. “mortal Girls, Shadowhunters, Female Warlocks, You‘re All The Same. I‘m Not Getting Any Younger Waiting Out Here.” -magnus To Clary, Pg.272-

Meanwhile, Will Had Begun Cutting His Toast Into Strips And Was Making Rude Pictographs Out Of Them. Oh, That Looks Rather Like A ...- , Jem Began.

All That Existed Was Jace; All She Felt, Hoped, Breathed, Wanted, And Saw Was Jace. Nothing Else Mattered.