I Prefer The School Of Life.

Will!" Charlotte Threw Up Her Hands. "why Didn't You Say So?" "you Know, The Books On Demon Pox Are In The Library," Will Said With An Injured Tone. "i Wasn't Preventing Anyone From Reading Them

Faeries Are Fallen Angels," Said Dorothea, "cast Down Out Of Heaven For Their Pride." "that's The Legend," Jace Said. "it's Also Said That They're The Offspring Of Demons And Angels, Which Always Seemed More Likely To Me. Good And Evil, Mixing Together. Faeries Are As Beautiful As Angels Are Supposed To Be, But They Have A Lot Of Mischief And Cruelty In Them. And You'll Notice Most Of Them Avoid Midday Sunlight—" "for The Devil Has No Power," Said Dorothea Softly, As If She Were Reciting An Old Rhyme, "except In The Dark.

Picture This," Said Magnus. "me With A Little Monkey Friend. I Could Teach Him Tricks. I Could Dress Him In A Cunning Jacket. He Could Look Just Like Me! But More Monkey-shaped.

I Know," He Said, Looking Down At Himself Self-consciously. "i Am Not-i Mean, I Look-" "beautiful," She Said, And She Meant It. "you Look Beautiful, James Carstairs.

Anyway That Other Thing We Almost Did In Paris-that's Probably Off The Table For A While.unless You Want That Whole Baby-i'm-on-fire-when-we Kiss Thing To Become Freakishly Literal