I Wouldn't Call That An Instrument Of

I'm Not Sure That's Such A Great Idea." Luke Said. "it's A Fabulous Idea." Jace Dropped The Paper Back Onto The Table, And Began To Slide Off His Jacket. "i've Got A Stele We Can Use. Who Wants To Do Me?" "a Regrettable Choice Of Words," Magnus Muttered.

She Unwrapped The Blanket When She Came In My Door. You Were Inside It. She Set You Down On The Floor And You Started Ranging Around, Picking Things Up, Pulling My Cat's Tail—you Screamed Like A Banshee When The Cat Scratched You, So I Asked Your Mother If You Were Part Banshee. She Didn't Laugh.

Why Mundanes Always Insist On Taking Responsibility For Things That Aren't Their Fault Is A Mystery To Me. You Didn't Force That Cocktail Down His Idiotic Throat." -jace, Pg.241-

I Hate That Stuff. It Tastes Like Feet." At That He Smiled. "how Would You Know What Feet Taste Like?" "i Just Know.

Yes?" Said Clary, Her Voiced Sharply Edged. "since I Found Out What? That He's A Killer Transvestite Who Molests Cats?" "no Wonder That Cat Of His Hates Everyone.