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I Was Hoping They Would Put Up Flyers Like They Do For Lost Cats." He Said. "missing, One Stunningly Attractive Teenage Boy. Answers To 'jace' Or 'hotstuff'." "you Did Not Just Say That." "you Don't Like 'hotstuff'? You Think 'sweet Cheeks' Might Be Better? "love Crumpet'? Really? That Last One's Stretching It A Bit. Though, Technically My Family Is British-

Clary Grinned. "a Picnic? It's A Little Late For Central Park, Don't You Think? It's Full Of - " He Waved A Hand. "faeries. I Know." "i Was Going To Say Muggers," Said Clary. "though I Pity The Mugger Who Goes After You." "that Is A Wise Attitude, And I Commend You For It," Said Jace, Looking Gratified.

Tessa Had Lain Down Beside Him And Slid Her Arm Beneath His Head, And Put Her Head On His Chest,listening To The Ever-weakening Beat Of His Heart. And In The Shadows They'd Whispered, Reminding Each Other Of The Stories Only They Knew. Of The Girl Who Had Hit Over The Head With A Water Jug The Boy Who Had Come To Rescue Her, And How He Had Fallen In Love With Her In That Instant. Of A Ballroom And A Balcony And The Moon Sailing Like A Ship Untethered Through The Sky. Of The Flutter Of The Wings Of The Clockwork Angel. Of Holy Water And Blood.

And In Some Way, Clary Thought, He Meant It, Meant His Gratitude. He Had Long Ago Lost The Ability To Distinguish Between Force And Cooperation, Between Fear And Willingness, Between Love And Torture. And With That Realization Came A Rush Of Numbness—what Was The Point Of Hating Valentine For Being A Monster When He Didn’t Even Know He Was One?

How Many Times Have I Told You, Magnus? Behave Professionaly In A Professional Setting. Which Means No Being Rude To Nephilim, And Also No Getting Attached To Nephilim." "i Never Get Attached To Nephilim!" Magnus Protested. Ragnor Coughed, And In The Midst Of The Cough Said Something That Sounded Like "blerondale." "well," Said Magnus. "hardly Ever.