He Is A Shadowhunter,” Said Jocelyn. “his

Clary Smiled At Him With A Warmth She Didn’t Feel. “sebastian Says I Can Come With You.” Jace Raised His Eyebrows. “matching Haircuts For Everyone?” “i Hope Not,” Said Sebastian. “i Look Terrible With Curls.

Did You Just Kiss Me?" Will Inquired. Magnus Made A Slip-second Decision. "no." "i Thought-" "on Occasion The Aftereffects Of The Painkilling Spells Can Result In Hallucinations Of The Most Bizarre Sort." "oh," Will Said. "how Peculiar.

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

You May Choose Your Friends, But Not Your Unlikely Saviors,” Magnus Said Cheerfully.

Will: "you Are Not Really Dying, Are You?" Jem: "so They Tell Me." Will: "i Am Sorry." Jem: "no. Don’t Be Ordinary Like That. Don’t Say You’re Sorry. Say You’ll Train With Me." Will: "i’ll Train With You.