The Queen Sniffed. "i Rather Miss Your

What Have You Done To My Cat?" Magnus Demanded... "you Drank His Blood, Didn't You? You Said You Weren't Hungry!" Simon Was Indignant. "i Did Not Drink His Blood. He's Fine!" He Poked The Chairman In The Stomach. The Cat Yawned. "second, You Asked Me If I Was Hungry When You Were Ordering Pizza, So I Said No, Because I Can't Eat Pizza. I Was Being Polite." "that Doesn't Get You The Right To Eat My Cat." "your Cat Is Fine!" Simon Reached To Pick Up The Tabby, Who Jumped Indignantly To His Feet And Stalked Off The Table. "see?" "whatever.

One More Thing," Jace Said. "is There A Holy Place Around Here?" “good Idea. If You're Going To Take On A Lair Of Vampires By Yourself, You'd Better Pray First.

Clary Found Herself Wondering If The Forsaken Were Edible.

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.

You May Be The Only Guy My Age I've Ever Met Who Knows What Bergamot Is, Much Less That It's In Earl Grey Tea." "yes, Well," Jace Said, With A Supercilious Look, "i'm Not Like Other Guys. Besides," He Added, Flipping A Book Off The Shelf, "at The Institute We Have To Take Classes In Basic Medicinal Uses For Plants. It's Required." "i Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.