He Speaks Of You Only With The

It's Very Advanced Of You To Have Accepted My Mortality So Fatalistically.

Come In. And Try Not To Murder Any Of My Guests.

One Of The Things He'd Always Loved About Clary Was How Easily Caught Up In Her Imagination She Was, How Easily She Could Wall Herself Away In Illusory Worlds Of Curses And Princes And Destiny And Magic.

Even In Half Demon Hunter Clothes, Clary Thought, He Looked Like The Kind Of Boy Who'd Come Over Your House To Pick You Up For A Date And Be Polite To Your Parents And Nice To Your Pets. Jace On The Other Hand, Looked Like The Kind Of Boy Who'd Come Over Your House And Burn It Down Just For Kicks.

Simon Grinned. "you've Never Heard Of Dungeons And Dragons?" "i've Heard Of Dungeons," Jace Said. "also Dragons. Although They're Mostly Extinct.