Magnus Was Sure That The Llama Stampede

You're Not Going,"he Said As Soon As She'd Finished. "if I Have To Tie You Up And Sit On You Until This Insane Whim Of Yurs Passes, You Are Not Going To Idris." Clary Felt As If He'd Slapped Her. She Had Thought He'd Be Pleased. She'd Run All The Way From The Hospital To The Institute To Tell Him, And Here He Was Standing In The Entryway Glaring At Her With A Look Of Grim Death. "but You're Going.

Well, It Seems A Bit Silly, Looking There,” Said Will. “it’s Not Like Mortmain’s Going To Lodge A Complaint Against The Shadow-hunters Through Official Channels. ‘very Upset Shadowhunters Refused To All Die When I Wanted Them To. Demand Recompense. Please Mail Cheque To A. Mortmain, 18 Kensington Road—

And So What? I Just Killed A Demon In My Own House, And You're Going To Be A Dickhead About It Because I'm Not Some Spoiled-rotten Rich Brat Like You And Your Sister?" Alec Looked Astonished. "what Did You Call Me?

Speaking Of Hope, Did You See That Shot Alec Got Off With His Bow? That's My Boyfriend.

We Seemed To Be Trapped In An Episode Of One Life To Waste. It's All Very Dull.