He Was A Vampire Now. He Was

She Closed Her Eyes And Jumped. For A Moment She Felt Herself Hang Suspended, Free Of Everything. Then Gravity Took Over, And She Plunged Toward The Floor. Instinctively She Pulled Her Arms And Legs In, Keeping Her Eyes Squeezed Shut. The Cord Pulled Taut And She Rebounded, Flying Back Up Before Falling Again. As Her Velocity Slowed, She Opened Her Eyes And Found Herself Dangling At The End Of The Cord, About Five Feet Above Jace. He Was Grinning. 'nice', He Said. 'as Graceful As A Falling Snowflake.

There Was Something Peculiarly Gratifying About Shouting In A Blind Rage Until Your Words Ran Out. Of Course, The Aftermath Was Less Pleasant. Once You'd Told Everyone You Hated Them And Not To Come After You, Where Exactly Did You Go?

Go To Faeries For Gossip About Vampires, To Werewolves For Gossip About Faeries, And Do Not Gossip About Werewolves, Because They Try To Bite Your Face Off: That Was Magnus's Motto.

Will: I Say We Sell Her To The Gypsies On Hampstead Heath. I Hear They Puchase Spare Women As Well As Hoses. Charlotte: Will, Stop It. That's Ridivulous. Will:you're Right. They'd Never Buy Her. Too Scrawny.

"what Are You Doing Here Anyway?" "'here' As In Your Bedroom Or 'here' As In The Great Spiritual Question Of Our Purpose Here On This Planet?"