Max," Jace Said. "max, I’m So Sorry.

You Might Want To Lie Down," Magnus Advised. "i Find That It Helps When The Crushing Sense Of Horrible Realization Sets In.

Simon Kept Pace Beside Clary For A Few Moments Without Speaking Before He Said, “so What Did I Miss? Naked Dancing Ladies?” Clary Thought Of The Male Faerie‘s Torn-open Ribs And Shuddered. “nothing That Pleasant.

Oh, Come On," Clary Said. "you're A Vampire, Not Spider-man.

She Felt As If She Had Been Running, And Had Created A Hill And Was Racing Down The Other Side, And There Was No Stopping Now. Gravity Was Taking Her Where She Had To Go. "but -- Everyone Cares About Something. Don't They?

Is Your Inner Vampire Different From Your...outer Vampire?" "definitely. He Wants Me To Wear Midriff-baring Shirts And A Fedora." "so Your Inner Vampire Is Magnus?