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Kyle Is A Werewolf?"asked Simon "of Course He's A Werewolf,you Moron"said Jace

Magnus, Standing By The Door, Snapped His Fingers Impatiently. "move It Along, Teenagers. The Only Person Who Gets To Canoodle In My Bedroom Is My Magnificent Self." "canoodle?" Repeated Clary, Never Having Heard The Word Before. "magnificent?" Repeated Jace, Who Was Just Being Nasty. Magnus Growled. The Growl Sounded Like "get Out.

Vampires Bore A Grudge Longer Than Any Technically Living Creatures, And Whenever They Were In A Bad Temper, They Expressed Themselves Through Murder.

What Is This?” He Went On Now, Spearing An Unfortunate Object On A Fork And Raising It To Eye Level. “this… This… Thing?” “a Parsnip?” Jem Suggested. “a Parsnip Planted In Satan’s Own Garden.” Said Will. He Glanced About. “i Don’t Suppose There’s A Dog I Could Feed It To.” “there Don’t Seem To Be Any Pets About,” Jem—who Loved All Animals, Even The Inglorious And Ill-tempered Church—observed. “probably All Poisoned By Parsnips,” Said Will.

"he Picks Up His Dates In A Van? No Wonder He‘s Such A Hit With The Ladies." - Jace About Simon