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Must You Go? I Was Rather Hoping You'd Stay And Be A Ministering Angel, But If You Must Go, You Must." "i'll Stay," Will Said A Bit Crossly, And Threw Himself Down In The Armchair Tessa Had Just Vacated. "i Can Minister Angelically." "none Too Convincingly. And You're Not As Pretty To Look At As Tessa Is," Jem Said, Closing His Eyes As He Leaned Back Against The Pillow. "how Rude. Many Who Have Gazed Upon Me Have Compared The Experience To Gazing At The Radiance Of The Sun." Jem Still Had His Eyes Closed. "if They Mean It Gives You A Headache, They Aren't Wrong.

Remember When You Tried To Convince Me To Feed A Poultry Pie To The Mallards In The Park To See If You Could Breed A Race Of Cannibal Ducks?" "they Ate It Too," Will Reminisced. "bloodthirsty Little Beasts. Never Trust A Duck.

He Grinned. It Was A Wicked Grin, The Kind That Made The Blood In Clary's Veins Run A Little Faster. "you Want To Go On A Date?" Caught Off Guard, She Stammered. "a Wh-what?" "a Date," Jace Repeated. "often 'a Boring Thing You Have To Memorize In History Class,' But In This Case, 'an Offering Of An Evening Of Blisteringly White-hot Romance With Yours Truly." "really?" Clary Was Not Sure What To Make Of This. "blisteringly White-hot?" "it's Me," Said Jace. "watching Me Play Scrabble Is Enough To Make Most Women Swoon. Imagine If I Actually Put In Some Effort.

Glory?....glory Belongs To God Alone.

Lightwoods,” Magnus Said. “they Always Have To Have The Last Word.