Teasers <3
Alright guys here some teasers from each book of the mortal instruments series. It's not all of them that I have found on line. Now any teasers you read could have spoilers, so you have been cautioned.Now enjoy.
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His face crumpled. “He hates me,” he said. “All I do is love him, but he hates me, he just hates me, I don’t know why.”*
"Your mom won't mind. She loves me." Clary had to laugh. "Sign of her questionable taste if you ask me. pg. 21
"I was laughing at you because declaration of love amuse me, especially when unrequited," he said. pg.41
I don't know why I am in love with this saying but I am.
"If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you'd be twice as funny as you are."
'He can't hear you,' said Raphael. 'He's dying.' " - Page 191
There were levels and levels to the Silent City, and he had seen only the first two, where the archives were kept and where the brothers sat in council. The prison cells were at the very lowest level of the City, beneath the graveyard levels where thousands of buried shadowhunter dead rested in silence. The cells were reserved for the worst of criminal: vampires gone rogue, warlocks who broke the Covenant Law, Shadowhunters who spilled each others blood. Jace was none of those things.-pg.80
Something was moving inside the pentagram, something formless and black. Elias was chanting more quickly now, raising his webbed hands, tracing delicate outlines on the air with his fingers.
"You think she'll be able to talk sense into him?" she asked. "His sister?" "If he listens to anyone, it would be her." "That's sweet," said Maia "That he loves his sister llke that." "Yeah," Simon said. "It's precious."-pg.51
Jace's eyes were blazing, and even though his hands were stuffed into his pockets, she could see that they were knotted into fists. Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. "What do you want me to tell you? The truth?"She felt the brush of his lips, light at first, and her own opened automatically beneath the pressure. Almost against her will she felt herself go fluid and plaint, stretching upward to twine her arms around his neck the way that a sunflower twist toward light.-pg. 162
His answering smile was a reminder of the Luke who had cought her when she's fallen off the jungle gym as a child, like who had always protected her. "Some rules are meant to be broken.-pg.48
"You told me he wasn't my brother anymore," said Amitis. "You took Stephen away from me. You destroyed my family. You say you aren't an enemy of Nephilim, but you set each of us against each other, family against family, wrecking lives without compunction.-pg.310"
"I don't have a reason to lie to you. not now." Jace's gaze remained steady. "And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous." "Good," Simon said. "If you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood." "It's my new cologne. ---pg.141
"That's becouse Valentines been concentrating on the Mortal Instruments that were here." Jace spoke through gritted teeth. "he's going to shift his focus to Idris now, we all know it--"
"He is bound to you," said the queen. "But does he love you?"
"That's not the point, Simon." Maia had moved closer to Isabelle and two of them faced fim down together, immovable wall of female rage."
" The alley and the music all fell away, and there was nothing bet her and the rain and Jace, his hands on her... He made a noise of suprise, low in his throat, and dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her tights. Not unexpectedly, they ripped and his wet fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of her legs. Not to be outdone, Clary slid her hands under the hem of his soaked shirt, and let her fingers explore what was underneath: the tight, hot skin over his ribs, the ridges of his abdomen, the scars on his back. This was uncharted territory for her, but it seems to be driving him crazy: he was moaning softly against her mouth, kissing her harder and harder, as if it would never be enough, not quite enough.
He pulled her toward him and kissed her, and for a moment she froze, suddenly very conscious that all she was wearing was a thing T-shirt and underwear. Then she went boneless against him. It was the sort of lingering kiss that turned her insides to water. The sort of kiss that might have made her feel that nothing was wrong, that things were as they had been before, and he was only glad to see her. But when his hands went to lift the hem of her shirt, she pushed them away.
"Everything you say, the words you choose, they're so perfect. You always find the right quote, or the right thing to say to make me believe you love me. If I can't convince you that I'll never leave you-"
He caught her hand in his. "Just say it again."
"I'll never leave you," she said.
- “Why did you?” Clary asked.
“Why did I what?”
“Help me back there.”
“You’re my sister.”
She swallowed. In the morning light, Sebastian’s face had some color in it. There were faint burns along his neck where demon ichor had splashed him. “You never cared that I was your sister before.”
“Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,” he said. “There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.”
- "even the trip through the Portal had not disarranged Magnus's hair spike. He tugged on tone proudly. "Check it out," he said to Isabelle.
"Magic?"
"Hair gel. $3.99 at Ricky's"
City of heavenly fire
Alec looked down at the shattered pieces in disbelief. “You BROKE my PHONE.”
Jace shrugged. “Guys don’t let other guys keep calling other guys. Okay, that came out wrong. Friends don’t let friends keep calling their exes and hanging up. Seriously. You have to stop.”
Alec looked furious. “So you broke my brand new phone? Thanks a lot.”
Jace smiled serenely and lay back on the grass. “You’re welcome.”
"“I think,” Jace said, “that you don’t want to tell your secrets, so you decided to break up with Alec because.."
“No killing,” Jordan said. “We’re trying to make you feel peaceful, so you don’t go up in flames. Blood, killing, war, those are all non-peaceful things. Isn’t there anything else you like? Rainforests? Chirping birds?”
“Weapons,” said Jace. “I like weapons.”
“I’m starting to think we have a problematic issue of personal philosophy here.”
Jace leaned forward, his palms flat on the ground. “I’m a warrior,” he said. “I was brought up as a warrior. I didn’t have toys, I had weapons. I slept with a wooden sword until I was five. My first books were medieval demonologies with illuminated pages. The first songs I learned were chants to banish demons. I know what brings me peace, and it isn’t sandy beaches or chirping birds in rainforests. I want a weapon in my hand and a strategy to win.”
Jordan looked at him levelly. “So you’re saying that what brings you peace … is war.”
“Now you get it.”
“We shouldn’t,” protested Isabelle. “The Clave has a plan.”
“The Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple,” said Jace.
Alec blinked up at them. “Jace is right.”
Isabelle turned on her brother. “What do you know? You weren’t even paying attention.”
“I was,” Alec said, injured. “I said Jace was right.”
“Yeah, but there’s like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so that’s not proof you were listening,” said Jace. “That’s just a good guess.”
