All The Stories Are True

Have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no. We've Been Punching Her In The Face Repeatedly. What? You Don't Think That Will Work?

We're Called Shadowhunters. At Least, That's What We Call Ourselves. The Downworlders Have Less Complimentary Names For Us.

Magnus Did Not Like To Go Near The Hotel Dumont If He Could Help It. It Was Decrepit And Unsettling, It Held Bad Memories, And It Also Occasionally Held His Evil Former Lady Love.

Oh, Do You Have A Tale Of Two Cities?" "that Silly Thing? Men Going Around Getting Their Heads Chopped Off For Love? Ridiculus." Will Unpeeled Himself From The Door And Made His Way Toward Tessa Where She Stood By The Bookshelves. He Gestured Expansively At The Vast Number Of Volumes All Around Him. "no, Here You'll Find All Sorts Of Advice About How To Chop Off Someone Else's Head If You Need To; Much More Useful.

I’m From New Jersey. I Was Born In Toxic Sludge.