Where's Magnus?" He Said. As He Looked

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."

Comforting Someone When They Were Stricken With Loss Was Something Else. It Meant Commitment. It Meant Caring. It Meant You Wanted To Ease Their Pain, And At The Same Time You Were Thanking God That Whatever The Bad Thing Was That Had Happened, It Hadn't Happened To Them.

Raziel's Sixty Feet Tall?" "actually, He's Only Fifty-nine Feet Tall, But He Likes To Exaggerate," Said Magnus. Isabelle Clicked Her Tongue In Annoyance. "valentine Raised An Angel In His Cellar. I Don't See Why You Need All This Space - " "because Valentine Is Just Way More Awesome Than Me.

She Gritted Her Teeth. She Was Here With Sebastian, On Her Way To See A Powerful Warlock, And Mentally She Was Maundering On About The Way Jace Smelled.

There Is No Pretending," Jace Said With Absolute Clarity. "i Love You, And I Will Love You Until I Die, And If There Is Life After That, I'll Love You Then.