Kyle Is A Werewolf?"asked Simon "of Course

Hi, I'm One Of The Knife-carrying Hooligans You Met Last Night In Pandemonium? I'm Afraid I Made A Bad Impression And Was Hoping You'd Give Me A Chance To Make It Up To-" "simon!

Where's Magnus?" He Said. As He Looked Toward The Kitchen, Clary Saw A Bruise On His Jaw, Below His Ear, About The Size Of A Thumbprint. "alec!" Magnus Came Skidding Into The Living Room And Blew A Kiss To His Boyfriend Across The Room. Having Discarded His Slippers, He Was Barefoot Now. His Cat's Eyes Shone As He Looked At Alec.

Don't Stop There. I Suppose There Are Also, What, Vampires And Werewolves And Zombies?" "of Course There Are. Although You Mostly Find Zombies Farther South, Where The Voudun Priests Are." "what About Mummies? Do They Only Hang Around Egypt?" "don't Be Ridiculous. No One Believes In Mummies.

Lord, You're Irish," Said Will. "can You Make Things That Don't Have Potatoes In Them? We Had An Irish Cook Once When I Was A Boy. Potato Pie, Potato Custard, Potatoes With Potato Sauce.

I've Got The Mark Of Cain," Said Simon. "that Means Nothing Can Kill Me, Right?" "you Can Kill Yourself," Magnus Said, Somewhat Unhelpfully. "as Far As I Know, Inanimate Objects Can Accidentally Kill You. So If You Were Planning On Teaching Yourself The Lambada On A Greased Platform Over A Pit Full Of Knives, I Wouldn't." "there Goes My Saturday.