If You Lay One Hand On Simon,

Clary Felt Suddenly Annoyed. "when The Self-congratulatory Part Of The Evening Is Over, Maybe We Could Get Back To Saving My Best Friend From Being Exsanguinated To Death?" "exsanguinated," Said Jace, Impressed. "that's A Big Word." "and You're A Big-" "tsk Tsk," He Interupted. "no Swearing In Church.

Meanwhile, Will Had Begun Cutting His Toast Into Strips And Was Making Rude Pictographs Out Of Them. Oh, That Looks Rather Like A ...- , Jem Began.

Clary Didn't Ask What That Was. She Was Busy Trying Not To Fall Over. The Ground Was Heaving Up And Down Under Her Feet. "jace," She Said, And Crumpled Into Him. He Caught Her As If He Were Used To Catching Fainting Girls, As If He Did It Every Day. Maybe He Did.

D'you Think He Would Have Thought Ahead Like That?" Said Henry. "assuredly," Said Will. "the Man's A Strategist." He Tapped His Temple. "like Me.

I Prefer The School Of Life.