Hearts Are Breakable," Isabelle Said. "and I

I'm Pure At Heart. It Repels The Dirt.

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 Could Point Out That That's Not A Dress, That's Underwear, But I Doubt It Would Be In My Best Interest." "need I Remind You," Said Sebastian, "that That Is My Sister?" "most Brother's Would Be Delighted To See Such A Clean-cut Gentleman As Myself Squiring Their Sister's About Town.

Jace Shook His Blond Head In Exasperation. "you Had To Make A Crazy Jail Friend, Didn't You? You Couldn't Just Count Ceiling Tiles Or Tame A Pet Mouse Like Normal Prisoners Do?

Every Heart Has Its Own Melody," He Said. "you Know Mine. - James Carstairs