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One Of The Heavy Marble Busts That Lined The Higher Shelves Had Slid Free And Was Falling Toward Her; She Ducked Out Of Its Way, And It Hit The Floor Inches From Where She'd Been Standing, Leaving A Sizable Dent In The Floor. A Second Later Jace's Arms Were Around Her And He Was Lifting Her Off Her Feet. She Was Too Surprized To Struggle As He Carried Her Over To The Broken Window And Dumped Her Unceremoniously Out Of It.

Magnus Hoped If He Ever Went Mad Like That Himself, So Mad That He Poisoned The Very Air Round Him And Hurt Everyone He Came Into Contact With, That There Would Be Someone Ho Loved Him Enough To Stop Him. To Kill Him, If It Came To That.

Charlotte Slammed The Paper Down Onto Her Desk With An Exclamation Of Rage. “aloysius Starkweather Is The Most Stubborn, Hypocritical, Obstinate, Degenerate—” She Broke Off, Clearly Fighting For Control Of Her Temper. Tessa Had Never Seen Charlotte’s Mouth So Firmly Set Into A Hard Line. “would You Like A Thesaurus?” Will Inquired. “you Seem To Be Running Out Of Words.

There Was Human Goodness In The World, She Thought-all Caught Up With Desires And Dreams, Regrets And Bitterness, Resentments And Power, But It Was There.

Thank You,” Simon Said. “it’s A Joke, Isabelle. He’s The Count. He Likes Counting. You Know. ‘what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Chocolate Chip Cookie, Two Chocolate Chip Cookies, Three Chocolate Chip Cookies . . .’” There Was A Rush Of Cold Air As The Door Of The Restaurant Opened, Letting In Another Customer. Isabelle Shivered And Reached For Her Black Silk Scarf. “it’s Not Realistic.” “what Would You Prefer? ‘what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Helpless Villager, Two Helpless Villagers, Three Helpless Villagers . . .