And Of Course You Wouldn't Be Going

Hey, Pretty Thing," He Said. "what's In The Bag?" "holy Water," Said Jace, Reappearing Beside Her As If He'd Been Conjured Up Like A Genie. A Sarcastic Blond Genie With A Bad Attitude. "oooh, A Shadowhunter," Said The Vampire. "scary." With A Wink He Melted Back Into The Crowd. "vampires Are Such Prima Donnas," Magnus Sighed From The Doorway. "honestly, I Don't Know Why I Have These Parties." "because Of Your Cat," Clary Reminded Him. Magnus Perked Up. "that's True. Chairman Meow Deserves My Every Effort.

It Was Eric's Voice Not Simon's, On The Recorded Message. “ladies, Ladies ” He Said. Though It Was The Millionth Time She’d Heard The Recording, Clary Couldn't Help Rolling Her Eyes. “if You've Reached This Message That Means Our Boy Simon Is Out Partying. But Please Don’t Fight Among Yourselves. There’s Always Enough Simon To Go Around.” There Was A Muffled Yell, Some Laughter, And Then The Long Sound Of The Beep.

You Are Not The Last Dream Of My Soul. You Are The First Dream, The Only Dream I Ever Was Unable To Stop Myself From Dreaming. You Are The First Dream Of My Soul, And From That Dream I Hope Will Come All Other Dreams, A Lifetime’s Worth.

Simon To Die. Jace To Live. Jonathon To Retune. And You Valentine's Daughter, To Be The Catalist Of It All.

If You Wanted To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Asked." (jace Wayland)