It Is Hard To Think Of Something

A Pair Of Werewolves Occupied Another Booth. They Were Eating Raw Shanks Of Lamb And Arguing About Who Would Win In A Fight: Dumbledore From Harry Potter Books Or Magnus Bane. "dumbledore Would Totally Win," Said The First One. "he Has The Badass Killing Curse." The Second Lycanthrope Made A Trenchant Point. "but Dumbledore Isn't Real." "i Don't Think Magnus Bane Is Real Either," Scoffed The First. "have You Ever Met Him?" "this Is So Weird," Said Clary, Slinking Down In Her Seat. "are You Listening To Them?" "no. It's Rude To Eavesdrop," Said Jace.

Because Viewing My Naked Chest Has Caused Many Women To Seriously Injure Themselves Stampeding To Get To Me.

When Jace Opened The Greenhouse Door, The Scent Hit Clary, Soft As The Padded Blow Of A Cat's Paw.

Everyone Has Choices To Make; No One Has The Right To Take Those Choices Away From Us. Not Even Out Of Love.

You Like The Party?" "is It In Honor Of Anything?" "my Cat's Birthday." "oh." She Glanced Around. "where's Your Cat?" "i Dont Know. He Ran Away." -magnus & Clary, Pg.221-