God Knows We’re All Drawn To What’s

Shotgun!" Announced Clary As Jace Came Back Around The Side Of The Van. Alec Grabbed For His Bow, Strapped Across His Back. "where?" "she Means She Wants The Front Seat," Said Jace, Pushing Wet Hair Out Of His Eyes.

Dear Alec And Magnus, This Is The First Postcard Of Five. Don't Freak Out Or Anything, But I Need You To Send Me $150,000 To Cover The Cost Of: 1) Two Diamanté Crowns 2) 20 Peacocks 3) 300 Chocolate Lollipops In The Shape Of Your Heads 4) My Dress 5) 500 Lbs Of Glitter 6) One White Horse (more To Come In Other Cards) -isabelle

If It's The Lack Of Forbidden You're Worried About. You Could Still Forbid Me To Do Things." "what Kind Of Things?" She Felt Him Smile Against Her Mouth. "things Like This.

Jordan Doesn't Really Care About The Blood," Simon Said Now. "his Whole Thing Is About Me Being Comfortable With What I Am. Get In Touch With Your Inner Vampire, Blah, Blah." Clary Slid In Next To Him Onto The Bed And Hugged A Pillow. "is Your Inner Vampire Different From Your...outer Vampire?" "definitely. He Wants Me To Wear Midriff-baring Shirts And A Fedora. I'm Fighting It." Clary Smiled Faintly. "so Your Inner Vampire Is Magnus?

Clary: What Are You Doing Here, Anyway? Jace: 'here' As In Your Bedroom Or 'here' As In The Great Spiritual Question Of Our Purpose Here On This Planet? If You're Asking Whether It's All Just A Cosmic Coincidence Or There's A Greater Metaethical Purpose To Life, Well, That's A Puzzler For The Ages. I Mean, Simple Ontological Reductionism Is Clearly A Fallacious Argument, But- Clary: I'm Going To Bed.