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He Grinned. It Was A Wicked Grin, The Kind That Made The Blood In Clary's Veins Run A Little Faster. "you Want To Go On A Date?" Caught Off Guard, She Stammered. "a Wh-what?" "a Date," Jace Repeated. "often 'a Boring Thing You Have To Memorize In History Class,' But In This Case, 'an Offering Of An Evening Of Blisteringly White-hot Romance With Yours Truly." "really?" Clary Was Not Sure What To Make Of This. "blisteringly White-hot?" "it's Me," Said Jace. "watching Me Play Scrabble Is Enough To Make Most Women Swoon. Imagine If I Actually Put In Some Effort.

I Don't Know Who Azazel Is," He Said. "isn't He The Cat From The Smurfs?" He Cast About , But Isabelle Just Looked Up And Rolled Her Eyes At Him. "clary?" He Thought Her Voice Came Through, Tinged With Alarm. "what Is It? What Happened? Did My Mom Find Out I'm Gone?" "not Yet," He Thought Back. "is Azazel The Cat From The Smurfs?" There Was A Long Pause. "that's Azrael, Simon. And No More Using The Magic Rings For Smurf Questions.

I Have Very Few Rules In Life, But One Of Them Is To Never Decline An Adventure. The Others Are: To Avoid Becoming Romantically Entangled With Sea Creatures; To Always Ask For What You Want, Because The Worst Thing That Can Happen Is Embarrassment But The Best Thing That Can Happen Is Nudity; To Demand Ready Money Up Front; And To Never Play Cards With Catarina Loss.

This Was A Voice That Drew Out Memories Stretched Thin By Years Of Recollection, Like Paper Unfolded And Refolded Too Many Times. A Voice That Brought Back, Like A Wave, The Memory Of Another Time On This Bridge, A Night So Long Ago, Everything Black And Silver And The River Rushing Away Under Her Feet.

Please Tell Me You Did Not Bring Me Out Here So You Could Tell Me A Very Boring Story About Your Sister.