Far Below Ran The Silver Ribbon Of

Ma'am," Magnus Said, Advancing. "i Must Counsel You Not To Exit The Carriage While A Demon-slaying Is In Progress.

But The Person Who Stepped Out Of The Front Door Was Tall And Thin, With Short, Spiky Dark Hair. He Was Wearing A Gold Mesh Vest And A Pair Of Silk Pajama Pants. He Regarded Clary With Mild Interest, Puffing Gently On A Fantastically Large Pipe As He Did So. Though He Looked Nothing At All Like A Viking, He Was Instantly And Totally Familiar. Magnus Bane

The Only Way That We Can Protect Each Other Is If We Are Together. If We Face Things Together. If We Trust Each Other.

Simon: 'you Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.' Clary: 'i Wouldn't Describe Jace's Ego As Delicate.' Simon: 'no, Jace's Is Sort Of The Antiaircraft Artillery Tank Of Male Egos.

I Knew You Were Crazy, But I Didn't Realize That You Were Out Of Your Goddamned Mind!!