She Gritted Her Teeth. She Was Here

For A Moment Clary Thought She Might Fall; She Felt As If Something Essential Had Been Torn Away From Her, An Arm Or A Leg, And She Stared At Jace In Blank Astonishment-- What Did He Feel, Did He Feel Nothing? She Didn't Think She Could Bear It If He Felt Nothing.

Speaking Of Hope, Did You See That Shot Alec Got Off With His Bow? That's My Boyfriend." He Beamed And Wiggled His Fingers; Blue Sparks Shot From Them. He Shone All Over. Only Magnus, Simon Thought Resignedly, Would Have Access To Sequined Battle Armor.

Not Magnus Himself, Who Was More Of A Cross Between A Panther And A Demented Elf.

Clary: What Are You Doing Here, Anyway? Jace: 'here' As In Your Bedroom Or 'here' As In The Great Spiritual Question Of Our Purpose Here On This Planet? If You're Asking Whether It's All Just A Cosmic Coincidence Or There's A Greater Metaethical Purpose To Life, Well, That's A Puzzler For The Ages. I Mean, Simple Ontological Reductionism Is Clearly A Fallacious Argument, But- Clary: I'm Going To Bed.

Hello, Hello.” Magnus Swept Toward Them..."alec, My Darling, Clary. And Rat-boy." He Swept A Bow Toward Simon, Who Looked Annoyed. "to What Do I Owe The Pleasure?" "we Came To See Jace," Clary Said. "is He All Right?" "i Don’t Know," Magnus Said. "does He Normally Just Lie On The Floor Like That Without Moving?" "what –," Alec Began, And Broke Off As Magnus Laughed. "that’s Not Funny." "you’re So Easy To Tease. And Yes, Your Friend Is Just Fine. Well, Except That He Keeps Putting All My Things Away And Trying To Clean Up. Now I Can’t Find Anything. He’s Compulsive.