And What About Us? Do You Want

My Favorite Jacket Is An Emergency Item. Much Like Myself, It Is Both Snuggly And Fashionable.

Alec Slid His Hand From Jace's Arm To His Shoulder. Magnus Cleared His Throat. Alec Dropped His Hand. Simon Grinned Into His Undrunk Coffee.

Jace Knew He Was Being Cruel, And He Barely Cared. Hurting People He Loved Was Almost As Good As Hurting Himself When He Was In This Kind Of Mood.

I Dont Know," Said Simon, "it Doesn't Sound So Bad To Me. I'd Rather Have Someone Mess Around Inside My Head Than Chop It Off." "then You're A Bigger Idiot Than You Look.

Warlock,” He Said. “i Know Who You Are.” Magnus Raised His Eyebrows. “you Do?” “magnus Bane. Destroyer Of The Demon Marabas. Son Of—” “now,” Said Magnus, Quickly. “there’s No Need To Go Into All Of That.” “but There Is.” The Demon Sounded Reasonable, Even Amused. “if It Is Infernal Assistance You Require, Why Not Summon Your Father?” Alec Looked At Magnus With His Mouth Open.