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Come In. And Try Not To Murder Any Of My Guests." Jace Edged Into The Doorway, Sizing Up Magnus With His Eyes. "even If One Of Them Spills A Drink On My New Shoes?" "even Then.

And Broken Both Your Hearts? How Would That Have Benefited Me? You Are As Dear To Me As Another Half Of My Soul, Jem. I Could Not Be Happy While You Were Unhappy. And Tessa—she Loves You. What Sort Of Awful Monster Would I Be, Delighting In Causing The Two People I Love The Most In The World Agony Simply That I Might Have The Satisfaction Of Knowing That If Tessa Could Not Be Mine, She Could Not Be Anybody’s?

Are You In Fashion? You Look Like You're In Fashion." "no," [magnus] Said. "i Am Fashion.

I Was Marked By A Very Cute Boy With Terrible Impulse Control. I Don't Remember Because I Was Basically Unconscious But Everyone Was Mad At Him When I Woke Up. The End, Love Clary.

He Took Something Out Of His Jacket And Handed It To Her. It Was A Long Thin Dagger In A Leather Sheath. The Hilt Of The Dagger Was Set With A Single Red Stone Carved In The Shape Of A Rose. She Shook Her Head. "i Wouldn't Even Know How To Use That--" He Pressed It Into Her Hand, Curling Her Fingers Around It. "you'd Learn." He Dropped His Voice. "it's In Your Blood." She Drew Her Hand Back Slowly. "all Right." "i Could Give You A Thigh Sheath To Put That In," Isabelle Offered. "i've Got Tons." "certainly Not," Said Simon.