She Jerked Hastily Back To Avoid Stepping

The Horse Grunted Softly. He Had Huge Teeth, Clary Noticed Uneasily; Each One The Size Of A Pez Dispenser. She Imagined Those Teeth Sinking Into Her Leg And Thought Of All The Girls She'd Known In Middle School Who'd Wanted Ponies Of Their Own. She Wondered If They Were Insane.

She Hated That Will Had This Effect On Her. Hated It. She Knew Better. She Knew What He Thought Of Her. That She Was Worth Nothing. And Still A Look From Him Could Make Her Tremble With Mingled Hatred And Longing. It Was Like Poison In Her Blood, To Which Jem Was The Only Antidote.

As Long As I Can Dream, I Will Dream Of You.

Ma'am," Magnus Said, Advancing. "i Must Counsel You Not To Exit The Carriage While A Demon-slaying Is In Progress.

Hey, Pretty Thing," He Said. "what's In The Bag?" "holy Water," Said Jace, Reappearing Beside Her As If He'd Been Conjured Up Like A Genie. A Sarcastic Blond Genie With A Bad Attitude. "oooh, A Shadowhunter," Said The Vampire. "scary." With A Wink He Melted Back Into The Crowd. "vampires Are Such Prima Donnas," Magnus Sighed From The Doorway. "honestly, I Don't Know Why I Have These Parties." "because Of Your Cat," Clary Reminded Him. Magnus Perked Up. "that's True. Chairman Meow Deserves My Every Effort.