No," Jace Agreed. "we Don't Fly. We

Life Could Not Be Entirely Devoted To Debauchery And Monkeys. Magnus Had To Finance All The Drinking Somehow.

He'd Woken Up The Next Day In The City Hospital With Magnus Bane Staring Down At Him With An Odd Expression--it Could Have Been Deep Concern Or Merely Curiosity, It Was Hard To Tell With Magnus.

Do You Miss Wales?” Tessa Inquired. Will Shrugged Lightly. “what’s To Miss? Sheep And Singing,” He Said. “and The Ridiculous Language. Fe Hoffwn I Fod Mor Feddw, Fyddai Ddim Yn Cofio Fy Enw.” “what Does That Mean?” “it Means ‘i Wish To Get So Drunk I No Longer Remember My Own Name,’ Quite Useful.

I Was Hoping They Would Put Up Flyers Like They Do For Lost Cats." He Said. "missing, One Stunningly Attractive Teenage Boy. Answers To 'jace' Or 'hotstuff'." "you Did Not Just Say That." "you Don't Like 'hotstuff'? You Think 'sweet Cheeks' Might Be Better? "love Crumpet'? Really? That Last One's Stretching It A Bit. Though, Technically My Family Is British-

No. Absolutely Not.” “simon,” She Said. “it’s A Perfectly Fine Plan.” “the Plan Where You Follow Jace And Sebastian Off To Some Unknown Dimensional Pocket And We Use These Rings To Communicate So Those Of Us Over Here In The Regular Dimension Of Earth Can Track You Down? That Plan?” “yes.” “no,” He Said. “no, It Isn’t.” Clary Sat Back. “you Don’t Just Get To Say No.” “this Plan Involves Me! I Get To Say No! No.” “simon—” Simon Patted The Seat Beside Him As If Someone Were Sitting There. “let Me Introduce You To My Good Friend No.