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Even In Half Demon Hunter Clothes, Clary Thought, He Looked Like The Kind Of Boy Who'd Come Over Your House To Pick You Up For A Date And Be Polite To Your Parents And Nice To Your Pets. Jace On The Other Hand, Looked Like The Kind Of Boy Who'd Come Over Your House And Burn It Down Just For Kicks.

Nearly Unable To Bear The Thought Of How Much He Needed Her Quiet Strength, He Closed His Eyes And Leaned His Forehead Against The Cold Glass.

She Looked Around. They Had Drifted Far Away From The Bank Of The Canal. "are We Stealing This Boat?" "stealing' Is Such An Ugly Word," He Mused. "what Do You Want To Call It?" He Picked Her Up And Swung Her Around Before Putting Her Down. "an Extreme Case Of Window-shopping.

And Quit Baring Your Fangs At Me. It's Making Me Nervous." "good," Simon Said. "if You Want To Know Why, It's Because You Smell Like Blood." "it's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury." Jace Raised His Left Hand.

And What About Us? Do You Want A Vampire Boyfriend?" He Laughed Bitterly. "because I Forsee Many Romantic Picnics In Our Future. You, Drinking A Virgin Piña Colada. Me, Drinking The Blood Of A Virgin.