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Magnus Looked At Her Meditatively. 'i Think,' He Said, 'there Isn't Much That Jace Wouldn't Do For You, If You Asked Him.' Clary Opened Her Mouth And Then Shut It Again. She Thought Of The Way Magnus Had Always Seemed To Know How Alec Felt About Jace, How Simon Felt About Her. Her Feelings For Jace Must Be Written On Her Face Even Now, And Magnus Was An Expert Reader. She Glanced Away.

I Don't Want To Be A Man," Said Jace. "i Want To Be An Angst-ridden Teenager Who Can't Confront His Own Inner Demons And Takes It Out Verbally On Other People Instead." "well," Said Luke, "you're Doing A Fantastic Job.

I Am A Man" He Told Her, "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone Woman, And Bring Me Something Brown.

Magnus Did Not Take Such Suffering Lightly, But Even Mortals Did Not Die Of Broken Hearts. No Matter How Cruel Grace Had Been, He Told Himself, James Would Heal. Even Though He Was A Herondale.

I Would Never Date A Girl Who Insisted That I Cut You Out Of My Life. It’s Non-negotiable. You Want A Piece Of All This Fabulousness?” He Gestured At Himself. “well, My Best Friend Comes Along With It. I Wouldn’t Cut You Out Of My Life, Clary, Any More Than I Would Cut Off My Right Hand And Give It To Someone As A Valentine’s Day Gift.” “gross,” Said Clary. “must You?” He Grinned. “i Must.