Simon Grinned. "you've Never Heard Of Dungeons

[magnus] Was Wearing Canary-yellow Pajamas, And On His Feet Were Green Slippers With Alien Faces, Complete With Sproingy Atennae.

She Hated That Little Voice Inside Her Head. Like The Seelie Queen, It Planted Doubts Where There Shouldn't Be Doubts, Asked Questions That Had No Answer.

You Told Us To Leave You In The Desert, Because You Planned To Start A New Life As Cactus," Catarina Said, Her Voice Flat. "then You Conjured Up Tiny Needles And Threw Them At Us. With Pinpoint Accuracy.

I Am Brave," Will Said... "yes, You Are," Magnus Said, And Kissed Him. It Wasn't The Most Dramatic Kiss, But Will Failed His Free Arm As If A Bee Had Landed On Him; Magnus Had To Hope Camille Would Assume This Was Passion. When They Broke Apart, Will Looked Stunned. So Did Camille, For That Matter. ... Will Swung Sideways...he Dashed Across The Room, Retrieved It, And Tucked It Into Magnus's Waistcoat Pocket. Then, With A Wink At Camille That, Magnus Thought, God Alone Knew How She Would Interpret, He Sauntered Out Of The Room.

Shadowhunters Were Brought Up To Handle Anything, Weren't They?