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Hey, Pretty Thing," He Said. "what's In The Bag?" "holy Water," Said Jace, Reappearing Beside Her As If He'd Been Conjured Up Like A Genie. A Sarcastic Blond Genie With A Bad Attitude. "oooh, A Shadowhunter," Said The Vampire. "scary." With A Wink He Melted Back Into The Crowd. "vampires Are Such Prima Donnas," Magnus Sighed From The Doorway. "honestly, I Don't Know Why I Have These Parties." "because Of Your Cat," Clary Reminded Him. Magnus Perked Up. "that's True. Chairman Meow Deserves My Every Effort.

He Was Still Stroking The Inside Of Her Wrist, His Touch Doing Odd Delicious Things To Her Skin And Nerves.

I Have A Plan.” He Groaned. “i Was Afraid Of That.” “my Plans Are Not Terrible.” “isabelle’s Plans Are Terrible.” He Pointed A Finger At Her. “your Plans Are Suicidal. At Best.” She Sat Back, Her Arms Crossed Over Her Chest. “do You Want To Hear It Or Not? You Have To Keep It A Secret.” “i Would Pluck Out My Own Eyes With A Fork Before I Would Give Away Your Secrets,” Simon Said, Then Looked Anxious. “wait A Second. Do You Think That’s Likely To Be Required?

You’re Seventeen,” Magnus Said. “you Can’t Have Wasted A Life You’ve Barely Lived.

I Was Joking With Isabelle About Vampires Right Before It Happened. Just Trying To Make Her Laugh, You Know? What Freaks Out Jewish Vanpires? Silver Stars Of David? Chopped Liver? Check For Eighteen Dollars?