The Grandeur Of The Institute Never Failed

Wait." Clary Was Suddenly Nervous. "the Melted Metal-it Could Be, Like, Toxic Or Something." Maia Snorted. "i'm From New Jersey. I Born In Toxic Sludge.

Simon: 'you Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.' Clary: 'i Wouldn't Describe Jace's Ego As Delicate.' Simon: 'no, Jace's Is Sort Of The Antiaircraft Artillery Tank Of Male Egos.

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.

Looking At Him Now-even If She Hadn't Been In Love With Him, That Part Of Her That Was Her Mother's Daugher, That Loved Every Beautiful Thing For Its Beauty Alone, Would Still Have Wanted Him.

Light Like Thin Grey Soup Seeped Through The Windows. The Door Opened And Mrs. Dark Came In, Followed By Her Sister, Who Had No Head, Only The White Bone Of Her Spine Protruding From Her Raggedly Severed Neck.