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How Can You Not Care?" "practice," Magnus Said, Looking Back To His Book And Turning The Page.

Jace Flushed A Slow, Dark Red. "it's Not Like That. If I Thought It Would Help The Clave-but It Won't. She'll Just Get Hurt-" "even If You Thought It Would Help The Clave", Simon Said, "you'd Never Let Them Have Her." "what Makes You Say That, Vampire?" "because No One Can Have Her But You"said Simon

Tessa Touched His Wrist Lightly With Her Hand. "be Brave," She Said. "it's Not A Duck, Is It?

Alec Muttered A Retort Into His Coffee. It Rhymed With Something That Sounded A Lot More Like "ducking Glass Mole.

She Could Ask For Anything, She Thought Dizzily, Anything--an End To Pain Or World Hunger Or Disease, Or For Peace On Earth. But Then Again, Perhaps These Things Weren't In The Power Of Angels To Grant, Or They Would Already Have Been Granted. And Perhaps People Were Supposed To Find These Things For Themselves.