Hotter Than Me? --jace

She'd Always Had Such Contempt For Mundanes, The Way All Shadowhunters Did--she'd Believed That They Were Soft, Stupid, Sheeplike In Their Complacency. Now She Wondered If All That Hatred Didn't Just Stem From The Fact That She Was Jealous. It Must Be Nice Not Worrying That Every Time One Of Your Family Members Walked Out The Door, They'd Never Come Back.

His Fingers Skimmed Down Her Body, Over Skin And Satin, And She Shivered, Leaning Into Him, And She Was Sure They Both Tasted Like Blood And Ashes And Salt, But It Didn't Matter; The World, The City, And All It's Lights And Life Seemed To Have Narrowed Down To This, Just Her And Jace, The Burning Heart Of A Frozen World.

Mundies Die Awfully Easily, Don't They?" "isabelle, You Know It's Bad Luck To Talk About Death In A Sickroom.

There Was No Way Possible [the Queen] Could Have Done All Of The Things The Pamphleteers Claimed. The Crimes Were Too Gross, Too Immoral And Far Too Physically Challenging. Magnus Himself Had Never Attempted Half Of Them.

She Had Always Wanted A Brother. And She Had One Now. Sebastian. It Was Like Always Wanting A Puppy And Being A Hellhound Instead.