There Were Some Memories, Though, That Never

A Pair Of Werewolves Occupied Another Booth. They Were Eating Raw Shanks Of Lamb And Arguing About Who Would Win In A Fight: Dumbledore From Harry Potter Books Or Magnus Bane. "dumbledore Would Totally Win," Said The First One. "he Has The Badass Killing Curse." The Second Lycanthrope Made A Trenchant Point. "but Dumbledore Isn't Real." "i Don't Think Magnus Bane Is Real Either," Scoffed The First. "have You Ever Met Him?" "this Is So Weird," Said Clary, Slinking Down In Her Seat. "are You Listening To Them?" "no. It's Rude To Eavesdrop," Said Jace.

What Did Isabelle Want?" Jace Asked. Alec Hesitated. "isabelle Says The Queen Of The Seelie Court Has Requested An Audience With Us." "sure," Said Magnus. "and Madonna Wants Me As A Backup Dancer On Her Next World Tour." Alec Looked Puzzled. "who's Madonna?" "who's The Queen Of The Seelie Court?" Said Clary. "she Is The Queen Of Faerie," Said Magnus. "well, The Local One, Anyway." Jace Put His Head In His Hands. "tell Isabelle No." "but She Thinks It's A Good Idea," Alec Protested. "then Tell Her No Twice.

Every Life Is Finite, Will.

Isabelle: Do You Want Some Soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do You Think Hodge Will Want Some Soup? Jace: No One Wants Soup Simon: I Want Some Soup! Jace: No, You Don't. You Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle

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