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The demon exploded in a shower of ichor and guts.
William Herondale jerked the dagger he was holding back, but it was too late: the viscous acid of the demon’s blood had already begun to eat away at the shining blade. He swore and tossed the weapon aside; it landed in a filthy puddle and commenced smoldering like a doused match. The demon itself, of course, had vanished: dispatched back to whatever hell dimension it had come from, though not without leaving a mess behind.
“Jem!” Will called, turning around. “Where are you? Did you see that? I got him with one blow! Not bad, eh?”
But there was no answer to Will’s shout; his hunting partner had been standing behind him in the narrow alley a few moments ago, guarding his back, Will was positive, but now he was alone in the shadows. Will frowned in annoyance — it was much less fun showing off without Jem to show off to. Still scowling, Will headed back toward Narrow Street and the dim gleam of gaslight at the alley’s mouth.
Narrow Street cut through the center of Limehouse, between the wharves beside the river and the cramped slums spreading east toward Whitechapel and Shadwell. It was as narrow as its name suggested and, at the moment, deserted. Limehouse was a something of a bad neighborhood, full of gambling houses, opium dens, and brothels; consequently, it was one of Will’s favorite places in London. He didn’t even mind the smell of it — smoke and dirt mixed with the river-water smell of the Thames.
He scrubbed the sleeve of his coat across his face, trying to rub away the ichor that stung and burned his skin. The cloth came away stained green and black. There was a cut on the back of his hand, too, a nasty one. He could use a healing rune. One of Jem’s, preferably — he was particularly good at drawing iratzes.
A shape detached itself from the shadows and moved toward Will. He started forward, then paused — it wasn’t Jem, but rather a mundane policeman, wearing a bell-shaped helmet and a puzzled expression. He stared at Will, or rather through Will — however accusomed you were to glamour, Will thought, it was always a strange experience being looked through as if you weren’t there. He was seized with the sudden urge to nick the policeman’s truncheon and watch while the poor fool flapped around trying to figure out where it had gone, but Jem had scolded him the few times he’d done that before and while Will never really could understand Jem’s moral objections to the whole enterprise, it wasn’t worth making him upset.
With a shrug and a blink, the policeman moved past Will, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath about laying off the gin before he started really seeing things. Will stepped aside to let the man pass, and raised his voice to a shout:
“James Carstairs!” Will called, again. “Oi! Where are you, you malingering bastard?”
This time, a faint reply answered him. “Over here — follow the witchlight.”
Will moved toward the sound of Jem’s voice. It seemed to be coming from a dark opening between two warehouses; a faint gleam was visible within the shadows, like the darting light of a will-o-the-wisp. “Did you hear me before? That Shax demon thought it could get me with its bloody great pincers, but I chased it into an alley, and —”
“Yes, I heard you.” The young man who appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale in the lamplight — paler even than he usually was, which was quite pale indeed. He was bareheaded, which drew the eye immediately to his hair: it was a rare bright silver color, the shade of an untarnished coin. His eyes were the same silver, and his fine-boned face was angular, the slight curve of his eyes the only clue to his heritage.
There were dark stains across his white shirt front, and his hands were thickly smeared with red.
Will’s pulse jumped. “You’re bleeding. What happened? Are you —”
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This is still in progress. Fell free to post in your own playlist.I'm just stacking all possibilities and then sorting them out at the end.

dairy of jane-Braking Benjamin
animal i have become-2 days grace
nickleback-how you remind me
whisper in the dark- Skillet
untitled- simple plan
bring me to life- evanescence
Let me be myself -3 doors down
Already gone - Kelly Clarkson
Fall for you - Secondhand Serenade
Chris Daughtry - Crashed
broken wings- flyleaf
Something I can never have- flyleaf
In the City- Razorlight
Fighting - Yellowcard
Untouchable - Taylor Swift
blood on the ground- uncubus
morning star- A.F.I
Monster-skillet

Hiya!**SPOLIER***. Heres the COG quotes. Loving them as always. I'll add more as i go along. Feel free to let me know some and i'll add them on!Enjoy!

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"Tact is just lying for adults"

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""You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?"
""A long one?"


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"And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching."

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"I was thinking about the first time I ever saw you," he said, "and how after that I couldn't forget you. I wanted to, but I couldn't stop myself. I forced Hodge to let me be the one who came to find you and bring you back to the Institue. And even back then, in that stupid coffee shop, when I saw you sitting on that couch with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me-- I should have been the one sitting with you. The one who made you laugh like that. I couldn't get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me. And the more I knew you, the more I felt it--it had never been like that for me before. I'd always wanted a girl and then gotten to know her and not wanted her anymore, but with you the feeling just got stronger and stronger until that night when you showed up at Renwick's and I knew."


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"Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?"
"No" Simon said,"If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons"


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"I am a man" he told her,"and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown"

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"There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then."

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"You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me."
She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "But I don't want anything else in the world."

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“There's no need to clarify my finger snap” said Magnus “the implication was clear in the snap it self”
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“well aside from mine of course" Jace said "and I’m sure my blood is fantastic"

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"there's something very wrong with you (Jace)" he (Simon) said "mentally, I mean"
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"Hello?" Isabella called from the other side " Simon, is your diva moment over? I need to talk to Jace"
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"Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with 90 cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her lawn? Because I do?" Jace said
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"Does blood still taste like blood to you? or does it taste like something else now, like orange juice or something? Because I would think the taste of blood would-"
"It tastes like chicken" Simon said.
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Jace looked down at his hands for a long moment without answering. They were thin hands, the fingers and knuckles scuffed with old calluses. The back of them were laced with the thin white lines of old. They were soldiers hands, not a teenage boys.
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“Isabella only like dating thoroughly inappropriate boys our parents will hate. Mundanes, Downworlders, petty crooks…”
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“I think” he said “there isn’t much that Jace wouldn’t do for you (Clary) if you asked him”
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“ I’m not an angel Jace” she (Clary) repeated
“ I don’t return library books. I steal illegal music off the internet. I lie to my mum…”
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There was nothing she (Clary) had ever wanted in her life more than she wanted this night with Jace.
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