“Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years.
I thought I might be ready then to let you go.
But it’s you, and I realize now that I won’t be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now.
Which is not at all.”
Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane,” he said. “Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.”
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.
“I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk,” Jace said. “When I got back, I bumped into this sad
bastard mooning around the porch.” He pointed at Alec.
City of Glass:
ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always
yelling at the neighborhood kids to get of her lawn? Because I do,” Jace said.
City of Fallen Angels:
sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not
City of Heavenly Fire:
“It’s Magnus birthday,” Alec said, flipping the phone shut. “I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t—to think that I forgot.” “You’re pining,” said Jace. Alec shrugged. “Look who’s talking. ‘Oh, I love her. Oh, she’s my sister. Oh why, why, why—’ ”
“Are you still mad because I broke your phone?” Jace said. “Because you broke my wrist, so I’d say we’re even.” “It was sprained,” Alec said. “Not broken. Sprained.”
“Jace could get himself killed putting his pants on in the morning. Being his parabatai is a full-time job.”
“The first time you saw me,” Jace said, looking down at his hands, looped around his knees, “I bet you didn’t think, He’s going to get me killed.” “The first time I saw you, I wished you’d go back to Idris.” Jace looked over at Alec incredulously; Alec shrugged. “You know I don’t like change.” “I grew on you, though,” Jace stated confidently. “Eventually,” Alec agreed. “Like moss, or a skin disease.”
“I did not make a pie,” Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie.” He paused, clearly waiting. Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, “And three?” “Because I am not your bitch,” Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.
City of Bones: City of Stay the Hell Away From Jace City of Ashes: City of I Swear I’m Not Gay City of Glass: City of Screw You, I Changed My Mind City of Fallen Angels: City of My Boyfriend Slept Around And I’m Jealous City of Lost Souls: City of Let’s Do All The Wrong Things City of Heavenly Fire: City of I Am Not Your Bitch