There Must Always Be A First," Said

They Landed At Simon's Feet. "take Your Clothes And Go!" Isabelle Shouted.

No. Absolutely Not.” “simon,” She Said. “it’s A Perfectly Fine Plan.” “the Plan Where You Follow Jace And Sebastian Off To Some Unknown Dimensional Pocket And We Use These Rings To Communicate So Those Of Us Over Here In The Regular Dimension Of Earth Can Track You Down? That Plan?” “yes.” “no,” He Said. “no, It Isn’t.” Clary Sat Back. “you Don’t Just Get To Say No.” “this Plan Involves Me! I Get To Say No! No.” “simon—” Simon Patted The Seat Beside Him As If Someone Were Sitting There. “let Me Introduce You To My Good Friend No.

I Fear I Must Agree," Magnus Murmured. He Pressed A Hand Over His Heart And His New Peacock-blue Waistcoast. "i Strive To Find Some Respect In My Heart For You, But Alas! It Seems An Impossible Quest.

Oh, God, The Lovebirds,” Magnus Said, Pulling The Pillow Off His Face. “i Hate Happy Couples.

Reparations,” Said Jem Very Suddenly, Setting Down The Pen He Was Holding. Will Looked At Him In Puzzlement. “is This A Game? We Just Blurt Out Whatever Word Comes Next To Mind? In That Case Mine Is ‘genuphobia’. It Means An Unreasonable Fear Of Knees.” “what’s The Word For A Perfectly Reasonable Fear Of Annoying Idiots?” Inquired Jessamine.