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Patriotic?” Will Looked Smug. “i’ll Tell You What’s Patriotic,” He Said. “in Honor Of My Birthplace, I’ve The Dragon Of Wales Tattooed On My—

The Dark Prince Sat Astride His Black Steed, His Sable Cape Flowing Behind Him. A Golden Circlet Bound His Blond Locks, His Handsome Face Was Cold With The Rage Of Battle, And... "and His Arm Looked Like An Eggplant," Clary Muttered To Herself In Exasperation.

Suddenly Reminded, She Clapped A Hand Over Her Mouth. "oh- Simon!" "no, I'm Jace," He Said Patiently. "simon Is The Weaselly Little One With The Bad Haircut And Dismal Fashion Sense.

I Prefer The School Of Life.

Yes, She's Bleeding To Death Upstairs, But I Thought I'd Avoid Telling You Right Away, Because I Like To Draw The Suspense Out.