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Has There Ever Been An Inquisitor Who Didn't Die A Horrible Death?" Simon Wondered Out Loud. " It's Like Being The Drummer In Spinal Tap.

Sometimes One Must Choose Whether To Be Kind Or Honorable," He Said. "sometimes One Cannot Be Both.

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

I Thought It'd Be Something Cooler, Like A Van With 'death To Demons' Painted On The Outside.

When To People Tell The Same Lie..." "they Are Working Together," Will Finished