Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. "Filthy inside and out.

Enormous? Did you just call me FAT? I am not fat. - Jace

i told you he'd freak out, she siad. didn't i?ah, the i told you so, jace said. always a classy move

You didn't have to come after me.""Yes, I did," he said. "You're far too inexperienced to protect yourself in a hostile situation without me.""That's sweet. Maybe I'll forgive you.""Forgive me? Fro what?""Fro telling me to shut up."His eyes narrowed. "I did not... Well, I did, But you were-""Never mind.

Every time I annoy him he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.

We seemed to be trapped in an episode of One Life To Waste. It's all very dull.

He has fought many battles with us" (Jace) By which you mean one battle" muttered Simon. "Two if you count the one I was a rat

Is this one of those keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer things?""I though it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house at night and throw up in his mailbox.

I think she just asked if she could touch my mango.