I Have A Suggestion," Said Valentine To

I Thought... That We Could At Least Talk About Books.

There Was Something Peculiarly Gratifying About Shouting In A Blind Rage Until Your Words Ran Out.

But How Do They Get Inside?" "they Fly," Jace Said, And Indicated The Upper Floors Of The Building. [...] "we Don't Fly," Clary Felt Impelled To Point Out. "no," Jace Agreed. "we Don't Fly. We Break And Enter." He Started Across The Street Toward The Hotel. "flying Sounds Like More Fun," Clary Said, Hurrying To Catch Up With Him. "right Now Everything Sounds Like More Fun.

Stop. I Don't Do You Favors, Alec. I Do Things For You Because - Well, Why Do You Think I Do Them?" Something Rose Up In Alec's Throat, Cutting Off His Response. It Was Always Like This When He Was With Magnus. It Was As If There Were A Bubble Of Pain Or Regret That Lived Inside His Heart, And When He Wanted To Say Something, Anything, That Seemed Meaningful Or True, It Rose Up And Choked Off His Words. "i Need To Get Back To The Ship," He Said, Finally.

What Is One Person's Pleasure Is Another's Poison.