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What Did Isabelle Want?" Jace Asked. Alec Hesitated. "isabelle Says The Queen Of The Seelie Court Has Requested An Audience With Us." "sure," Said Magnus. "and Madonna Wants Me As A Backup Dancer On Her Next World Tour." Alec Looked Puzzled. "who's Madonna?" "who's The Queen Of The Seelie Court?" Said Clary. "she Is The Queen Of Faerie," Said Magnus. "well, The Local One, Anyway." Jace Put His Head In His Hands. "tell Isabelle No." "but She Thinks It's A Good Idea," Alec Protested. "then Tell Her No Twice.

Is He Dead?" He Inquired. "he Looks Dead." "no," Snapped Maryse. "he's Not Dead." "have You Checked? I Could Kick Him If You Want.

Clary Glanced Past Him And Asked, "where's Magnus?" "he Said It Would Be Better If He Didn't Come. Apparently He And The Seelie Queen Have Some Kind Of History." Isabelle Raised Her Eyebrows. "not That Kind Of History," Said Alec Irritably. "some Kind Of Feud. Though," He Added, Half Under His Breath, "the Way He Got Around Before Me, I Woudn't Be Surprised.

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.

Wo Wei Ni Xie De,” He Said, As He Raised The Violin To His Left Shoulder, Tucking It Under His Chin. He Had Told Her Many Violinists Used A Shoulder Rest, But He Did Not: There Was A Slight Mark On The Side Of His Throat, Like A Permanent Bruise, Where The Violin Rested. “you — Made Something For Me?” Tessa Asked. “i Wrote Something For You,” He Corrected, With A Smile, And Began To Play.