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That's Right," He Said. "i Created A A Bunch Of Forsaken Warriors, Had Them Attack The Institute And Kill Madeleine And Nearly Kill The Rest Of Us, Just So That I Could Keep Clary From At Home. And Lo And Behold, My Diabolical Plan Is Working.

Clary Grinned At Luke. “so You’re Not Moving To Idris, I Take It?” “nah,” He Said. He Looked As Happy As She’d Ever Seen Him. “the Pizza Here Is Terrible.

I Forgot," Isabelle Muttered As The Rest Of Them Caught Up To Her. "faeries Have No Sense Of Humor." "oh, I Wouldn't Say That," Said Jace. "there's A Pixie Nightclub Downtown Called Hot Wings. Not," He Added, "that I Have Ever Been There.

Tessa Had Begun To Tremble. This Is What She Had Always Wanted Someone To Say. What She Had Always, In The Darkest Corner Of Her Heart, Wanted Will To Say. Will, The Boy Who Loved The Same Books She Did, The Same Poetry She Did, Who Made Her Laugh Even When She Was Furious. And Here He Was Standing In Front Of Her, Telling Her He Loved The Words Of Her Heart, The Shape Of Her Soul. Telling Her Something She Had Never Imagined Anyone Would Ever Tell Her. Telling Her Something She Would Never Be Told Again, Not In This Way. And Not By Him. And It Did Not Matter. "it's Too Late", She Said.

But-" Maia, Still Looking At Alec And Magnus, Broke Off And Rasied Her Eyebrows. Simon Turned To See What She Was Looking At - And Stared. Alec Had His Arms Around Magnus And Was Kissing Him Full On The Mouth. Magnus, Who Appeared To Be In A State Of Shock, Stood Frozen. Several Groups Of People - Shadowhunters And Downworlders Alike - Were Staring And Whispering. Glancing To The Side, Simon Saw The Lightwoods, Their Eyes Widen, Gaping At The Display. Maryse Had Her Hand Over Her Mouth. Maia Looked Perplexed. "wait A Second," She Said. "do We All Have To Do That, Too?