“"Faeries have no sense of humor."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not that I have ever been there."”

— Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Instruments

Isabelle and Jace, pg. 158
The Mortal Instruments, City of Ashes (2008)

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