Cassandra Clare Quote
But Jace, Clary said. Valentine taught him more than just fighting. He taught him languages, and how to play the pianoThat was Jocelyn's influence. Sebastian said her name unwillingly, as if he hated the sound of it. She thought Valentine ought to be able to talk about books, art, music...not just killing things. He passed that on to Jace.A wrought iron blue gate rose to their left. Sebastian ducked under it and beckoned Clary to follow him. She didn't have to duck but went after him, her hands stuffed into her pockets. What about you? she asked.He held up his hands. They were unmistakably her mother's hands - dexterous, long-fingered, meant for holding a brush or a pen. I learned to play the instruments of war, he said, and paint in blood. I am not like Jace.
But Jace, Clary said. Valentine taught him more than just fighting. He taught him languages, and how to play the pianoThat was Jocelyn's influence. Sebastian said her name unwillingly, as if he hated the sound of it. She thought Valentine ought to be able to talk about books, art, music...not just killing things. He passed that on to Jace.A wrought iron blue gate rose to their left. Sebastian ducked under it and beckoned Clary to follow him. She didn't have to duck but went after him, her hands stuffed into her pockets. What about you? she asked.He held up his hands. They were unmistakably her mother's hands - dexterous, long-fingered, meant for holding a brush or a pen. I learned to play the instruments of war, he said, and paint in blood. I am not like Jace.
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