Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare is the pseudonym of the author of the young adult trilogy The Mortal Instruments.
He cut his glance toward Jace, who was walking a few paces ahead of them, apparently conversing with the cat. Clary wondered what they were talking about. Politics? Opera? The high price of tuna?
"Well, I'm not kissing the mundane. I'd rather stay down here and rot."
"Forever? Forever's an awfully long time."
"I knew it. You want to kiss me, don't you?"
"She was afraid you'd freak out? Start seeing demons in the White House?"
"This kind of reminds me of the time my grandfather gave me his old golf clubs."
"Yeah, except you never use those."
"And I hope you never have to use that."
"I've never asked, but I'm sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his shrubbery."
"The greatest fear in Jonathan's life is the love he feels for his sister."
"We have to get out of here."
"No offense, but that's pretty obvious."
"Honestly Jace, don't you know better than to play with broken glass?"
"I was trained to be an evil mastermind from a young age. Pulling the wings off flies, poisoning the earth's water supply - I was covering that stuff in kindergarten. I guess we're all just lucky my father faked his own death before he got to the raping and pillaging part of my education, or no one would be safe."
"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?"
"Actually, I think you misheard," Clary said. "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."
Jace looked involuntarily over at Simon, who smiled at him widely. "As soon as I'm back on my feet, handsome."
"I knew we should have left you a rat."