City of Lost Souls
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As the search for Jace continues, Clary is forced to come to terms with the fact that the clave is de-prioratizing the search for him and Sebastian. Meanwhile Simon is trying to make his mom understand he's not a monster. After a strange visit from Jace clary must choose between going with him (against her mothers wishes) or staying. This book was great i really enjoyed it!!!
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Sexual Content: Jace and Clary constantly trying to rip each others cloths off in almost every chapter
Sexual Content: Jace and Clary....
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it was VERY emotional. LOVED IT!!! ;)
"Dammit, women, you read my mind," he [Jace] said. "Is there no filthy wordplay you can't foresee?" "it's my soecial magic power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts." "So, ninety-five percent of the time." She [Clary] craned her head back to look up at him. "nintety-five percent? What's the other five percent?" "Oh, you know, the usual— demons I might kill, runes I need to learn, people who've annoyed me recently, people who've annoyed me not so recently, ducks." "Ducks?" He waved her question away. … She turned and looked at him. "Ducks?" She said again. A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. "I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have."
"remember when i told you i was 90 percent shure giving you a rune would kill you and then you slaped me in the face and told me it was for the other 10 percent"
"Does she still love you?" "I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't." Alec sputtered. "As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me."
"Do you remember,” he said, “when we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn’t kill you—and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?” Clary nodded. “I always figured a demon would kill me,” he said. “A rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn’t get to kiss you, and soon.” Clary licked her dry lips. “Well, you did,” she said. “Kiss me, I mean.” He reached up and took a curl of her hair between his fingers. He was close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, smell his soap and skin and hair. “Not enough,” he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. “If I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough."
"He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?" Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?" "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly." "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?" "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort."
"I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire." His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. "Okay, so maybe our problems aren't like other couples."
"Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah." Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it." Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?"
"Basia coquum," Simon said. "Or whatever their motto is." "It's 'Descensus Averno facilis est.' 'The descent into hell is easy," said Alec. "You just said "Kiss the cook." "Dammit," said Simon. "I knew Jace was screwing with me."
"As far as I’m concerned, this is the worst thing that’s happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru."