But You Hate Poetry! Yes, But You

I Dislike Boats," Ragnor Observed, Looking Around. "i Get Vilely Seasick." The Turning Green Joke Was Too Easy. Magnus Was Not Going To Stoop To Make It.

What Was That?" Jace Said. "sorry, I Think I Fell Asleep For A Moment. Do, Continue With Whatever Mesmerizing Thing You Were Saying.

Love And Lies Can Corrupt Even The Purest Heart.

Jace Perched On The Windowsill And Looked Down At Him. "you Really Don't Get This Bodyguard Thing, Do You?" "i Didn't Even Think You Liked Me All That Much," Said Simon. "is This One Of Those Keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer Things?" "i Thought It Was Keep Your Friends Close So You Have Someone To Drive The Car When You Sneak Over To Your Enemy's House A Night And Throw Up In His Mailbox." "i'm Pretty Sure That's Not It

Cecy, What Are You Doing Here?" She Took A Step Forward, Then Paused On The Threshold, Glancing Down At Her Bare Feet. “i Could Ask Of You The Same.” “i Like To Talk To The Horses At Night. They Make Good Company. And You Should Not Be Out And About In Your Nightgown. There Are Lightwoods Wandering These Halls.