I Hope You Told Him You Were

How Can You Tell? That I Like Books, I Mean. The Look On Your Face When You Walked In, Somehow I Doubted You Were That Impressed By Me.

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

Waiting For A Special Occasion To Kill Me? Christmas Is Coming.

The Conviction That Everyone In This House Must Be Dead Had Gained Such A Hold On Magnus That It Was A Shock When The Woman Who Had Summoned Him Here Opened The Door.

She Smiled Smugly. “we Came To An Agreement, The Duck And I.