Hang Mortmain," Said Will. "and I Mean

Simon-but Werewolfs Don't Like Our Kind! Jordan-i Do. It's His Kind I Don't Like. They Think They're Better Than Everyone Else. Jace-no, I Think I'm Better Than Everybody Else. City Of Fallen Angels- Jace, Simon, And Jordan.

There Have Always Been Readers Throughout History Who Have Been Drawn To Villains.

As Magnus Turned To Walk Away From The Church, He Heard The Sound Of Violin Music Carried To Him On The Cloudy London Air, And Remembered Another Night, A Night Of Ghosts And Snow And Christmas Music, And Will Standing On The Steps Of The Institute, Watching Magnus As He Went.

I Don't Want To Be A Man," Said Jace. "i Want To Be An Angst-ridden Teenager Who Can't Confront His Own Inner Demons And Takes It Out Verbally On Other People Instead." "well," Said Luke, "you're Doing A Fantastic Job.

I Should Have Warned Her About Your Habit Of Never Doing What You're Told." Jace Squinted At Her. "are Those Isabelle's Clothes? They Look Ridiculous On You." "i Could Point Out That You Burned My Clothes." -jace And Clary Pg. 63