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Well, It Seems A Bit Silly, Looking There,” Said Will. “it’s Not Like Mortmain’s Going To Lodge A Complaint Against The Shadow-hunters Through Official Channels. ‘very Upset Shadowhunters Refused To All Die When I Wanted Them To. Demand Recompense. Please Mail Cheque To A. Mortmain, 18 Kensington Road—

She Looked Up At Him With A Smile. The Smile Broke What Was Left Of His Resistance--shattered It. He Had Let The Walls Down When He'd Thought She Was Gone, And There Was No Time To Build Them Back Up.

Oh, I Can Never Get Enough. Which, Incidentally, Is What Your Sister Said When--

You Know That Feeling,” She Said, “when You Are Reading A Book, And You Know That It Is Going To Be A Tragedy; You Can Feel The Cold And Darkness Coming, See The Net Drawing Tight Around The Characters Who Live And Breathe On The Pages. But You Are Tied To The Story As If Being Dragged Behind A Carriage And You Cannot Let Go Or Turn The Course Aside.” His Blue Eyes Were Dark With Understanding — Of Course Will Would Understand.

Keeping Demons From This World Is Your Mandate, A Mandate From Heaven. And A Mandate From Heaven Isn't Something You Can Just Ignore.