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Choosing Love Or War: Both Are Brave Choices, In Their Own Ways.

But The Name Magnus Bane Made Him Think Of A Towering Sort Of Figure, With Huge Shoulders And Formal Purple Warlock’s Robes, Calling Down Fire And Lightning. Not Magnus Himself, Who Was More Of A Cross Between A Panther And A Demented Elf.

What Are All These?" Clary Asked. "vials Of Holy Water, Blessed Knives, Steel And Silver Blades," Jace Said, Piling The Weapons On The Floor Beside Him, "electrum Wire - Not Much Use At The Moment But It's Always Good To Have Spares - Silver Bullets, Charms Of Protetion, Crucifixes, Stars Of David-" "jesus," Said Clary "i Doubt He'd Fit." "jace." Clary Was Appalled.

Other Crack Teams Get Bat Boomerangs And Wall-climbing Powers; We Get Aquatruck.

Magnus Got To His Feet. “i Do Believe That's My Cue To Leave As Well,” He Said. Clary Noticed He Was Avoiding Looking At Alec. “i'd Say It's Been Nice Meeting You All, But, In Fact, It Hasn't. It's Been Quite Awkward, And Frankly, The Next Time I See A Single One Of You Will Be Far Too Soon.