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Magic Or Nature, They Were Much The Same Thing To Magnus.

Let The Sky Rain Potatoes," Said A Musing Voice. "let It Thunder To The Tune Of Greensleeves.

He Strode To The Wall And Tore Aside One Of The Velvet Hangings. “you Want To Tell Me What This Is?” He Demanded. “it’s A Door, Jace,” Said Clary.

You Know What I Am." The Words Breathed Out In An Auguished Whisper. "i'm Part Demon, Clary. Part Demon. You Understood That Much, Didn't You?" His Eyes Bored Into Her Like Drills. "you Saw What Valentine Was Trying To Do. He Used Demon Blood-used It On Me Before I Was Even Born. I'm Part Monster. Part Everthing I've Tried So Hard To Burn Out, To Destroy.

Not Everything Is About You," Clary Said Furiously. "possibly," Jace Said, "but You Do Have To Admit That The Majority Of Things Are.