He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played. Author: Cassandra Clare Copy Quote More from Cassandra Clare “I hate Brooklyn.” “Jesus," said Clary."I doubt he'd fit (in the wooden box).""Jace." Clary was apa…” “Why are you such an asshat?""An asshat?" Jace looked as if he were about to lau…” “For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught a…”