Was This What It Meant

The Missing Stairs Baffled Clary. What Did Vampires Have Against Stairs? -clary, Pg.266-

Alec Muttered A Retort Into His Coffee. It Rhymed With Something That Sounded A Lot More Like "ducking Glass Mole.

Wait." Clary Was Suddenly Nervous. "the Melted Metal-it Could Be, Like, Toxic Or Something." Maia Snorted. "i'm From New Jersey. I Born In Toxic Sludge.

He (jace) Glanced Down At His Bound Hands. His Wrists And Shoulders Had Gone From Aching To Hard, Stabbing Pain, But He Didn’t Wince As The Inquisitor Regarded One Of The Blades, Named It Jophiel, And Plunged It Into The Polished Wooden Floorboards At Her Feet. He Waited, But Nothing Happened. “boom,” He Said Eventually. “was Something Supposed To Happen There?” ~pg.303~

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