This Is Bad," Said Jace. "you Said

A Pair Of Werewolves Occupied Another Booth. They Were Eating Raw Shanks Of Lamb And Arguing About Who Would Win In A Fight: Dumbledore From Harry Potter Books Or Magnus Bane. "dumbledore Would Totally Win," Said The First One. "he Has The Badass Killing Curse." The Second Lycanthrope Made A Trenchant Point. "but Dumbledore Isn't Real." "i Don't Think Magnus Bane Is Real Either," Scoffed The First. "have You Ever Met Him?" "this Is So Weird," Said Clary, Slinking Down In Her Seat. "are You Listening To Them?" "no. It's Rude To Eavesdrop," Said Jace.

You're My Brother." "those Words Don't Mean Anything Where We're Concerned. We Aren't Human. Their Rules Don't Apply To Us. Stupid Laws About What Dna Can Be Mixed With What. Hypocritical, Really, Considering. We're Already Experiments.

Clary," He Whispered. There Was A Thump, And She Realized He Had Fallen To His Kees By The Side Of Her Bed. She Didn't Move, But Her Body Tightened. His Voice Was A Whisper. "clary, It's Me. It's Me.

You Have A Dark Heart In You, Valentine's Daughter.

Dear Alec And Magnus, This Is The First Postcard Of Five. Don't Freak Out Or Anything, But I Need You To Send Me $150,000 To Cover The Cost Of: 1) Two Diamanté Crowns 2) 20 Peacocks 3) 300 Chocolate Lollipops In The Shape Of Your Heads 4) My Dress 5) 500 Lbs Of Glitter 6) One White Horse (more To Come In Other Cards) -isabelle