I Am A Demon Hunter. Clearly, I

The Grandeur Of The Institute Never Failed To Impress Magnus - The Way It Towered High And Mighty Above Everything Else, Timeless And Unmoving In Its Gothic Disapproval Of All That Was Modern And Changeable.

It Made Him Feel Indispensable And Needed - Even If The Fact That Jocelyn Didn't Appear To Care Wheather He Slept In Her Daughter's Bed Or Not Did Underscore That Clary's Mother Apparently Regarded Him As About Sexually Threatening As A Goldfish.

I Will Find You," Ragnor Told Him. "i Will Find Whatever Chest Of Absurd Clothes You Have. And I Will Bring A Llama Into The Place Where You Sleep And Make Sure That It Urinates On Everything You Possess.

So I Lied To You Last Night. I Said That I Just Wanted One Night With You. But I Want Every Night With You.

Jordan Doesn't Really Care About The Blood," Simon Said Now. "his Whole Thing Is About Me Being Comfortable With What I Am. Get In Touch With Your Inner Vampire, Blah, Blah." Clary Slid In Next To Him Onto The Bed And Hugged A Pillow. "is Your Inner Vampire Different From Your...outer Vampire?" "definitely. He Wants Me To Wear Midriff-baring Shirts And A Fedora. I'm Fighting It." Clary Smiled Faintly. "so Your Inner Vampire Is Magnus?