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Come In. And Try Not To Murder Any Of My Guests." Jace Edged Into The Doorway, Sizing Up Magnus With His Eyes. "even If One Of Them Spills A Drink On My New Shoes?" "even Then.

Your Friend's Poetry Is Terrible," He Said. Clary Blinked, Caught Momentarily Off Guard. "what?" "i Said His Poetry Was Terrible. It Sounds Like He Ate A Dictionary And Started Vomiting Up Words At Random.

Well, There Aren’t Any Graves In Mundane Wedding Ceremonies,” Said Tessa. “though Your Ability To Quote The Bible Is Impressive. Better Than My Aunt Harriet’s.” “did You Hear That, James? She Just Compared Us To Her Aunt Harriet.

He Looked At Her Levelly. There Was Something In His Eyes, A Sort Of Quizzical Admiration; She Wondered If It Was Simply Admiration Of Jessamine’s Looks. “no,” He Said. “no, Even Though You Are The Perfect Picture Of Jessamine, I Can See Tessa Through It Somehow As If, If I Were To Scrape Away A Layer Of Paint, There Would Be My Tessa Underneath.” “i Am Not Your Tessa Either.” The Light Sparkling In His Eyes Dimmed. “fair Enough,” He Said. “i Suppose You Are Not.

That's Why When Major Badasses Greet Each Other In Movies, They Don't Say Anything, They Just Nod. The Nod Means, 'i' Am A Badass, And I Recognize That You, Too, Are A Badass,' But They Don't Say Anything Because They're Wolverine And Magneto And It Would Mess Up Their Vibe To Explain.