There Must Always Be A First," Said

Indeed." Will Let His Cutlery Clatter Onto His Plate. "the Consul? Breaking Up Our Breakfast Time? Whatever Next? The Inquisitor Over For Tea? Picnics With The Silent Brothers?" "duck Pies In The Park," Said Jem Under His Breath, And He And Will Smiled At Each Other, Just A Flash, Before The Door Opened And The Consul Swept It.

What Is This?” He Went On Now, Spearing An Unfortunate Object On A Fork And Raising It To Eye Level. “this… This… Thing?” “a Parsnip?” Jem Suggested. “a Parsnip Planted In Satan’s Own Garden.” Said Will. He Glanced About. “i Don’t Suppose There’s A Dog I Could Feed It To.” “there Don’t Seem To Be Any Pets About,” Jem—who Loved All Animals, Even The Inglorious And Ill-tempered Church—observed. “probably All Poisoned By Parsnips,” Said Will.

Jace: "i Guess We Better Move The Trash. We Can Start With The Dumpster," Looking Unenthusiastic. Clary: "you'd Rather Face A Ravening Horde Of Demons, Wouldn't You?" Jace: "at Least They Wouldn't Be Crawling With Maggots. Well, Not Most Of Them, Anyway. There Was This One Demon, Once, That I Tracked Down To The Sewers Under Grand Central--" Clary: "don't. I'm Not Really In The Mood Right Now." Jace: "that's Got To Be The First Time A Girl's Ever Said That To Me." Clary: "stick With Me And It Won't Be The Last.

Love Isn't A Weakness.

Behind Her, Jace Moved Out Into The Water With A Contained Grace That Barely Rippled The Surface. Simon Behind Him, Was Splashing And Cursing.