If This Is Your Idea Of Glamour,

Pardon Me, But We Did Not Have The Time To Exchange That Kind Of Personal Information," Magnus Said. "i Could Not Have Known! Moreover, I Wish To Assure Both Of You That I Did Not Make Any Amorous Advances On Female Monkeys." He Paused And Winked. "i Didn't Actually See Any, So I Never Got The Chance.

How Awfully Convenient For You, Regardless. And For Him. He Won't Have To Worry About You Spilling His Secrets." "yeah," Jace Said. "he's Terrified I'll Tell Everyone That He's Always Wanted To Be A Ballerina.

Malachi Scowled. "i Don't Remember The Clave Inviting You Into The Glass City, Magnus Bane." "they Didn't," Magnus Said. "your Wards Are Down." "really?" The Consul's Voice Dripped Sarcasm. "i Hadn't Noticed." Magnus Looked Concerned. "that's Terrible. Someone Should Have Told You." He Glanced At Luke. "tell Him The Wards Are Down.

There Must Always Be A First," Said Jem. "it Is Not Easy To Be First, And It Is Not Always Rewarding, But It Is Important.

You May Be The Only Guy My Age I've Ever Met Who Knows What Bergamot Is, Much Less That It's In Earl Grey Tea." "yes, Well," Jace Said, With A Supercilious Look, "i'm Not Like Other Guys. Besides," He Added, Flipping A Book Off The Shelf, "at The Institute We Have To Take Classes In Basic Medicinal Uses For Plants. It's Required." "i Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.