It's Simon. He's missing." "Ah," said Magnus, delicately, "missing what, exactly?" "Missing," Jace repeated, "as in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared." "Maybe he's gone and hidden under something," Magnus suggested. "It can't be easy getting used to being a rat, especially for someone so dim-witted in the first place." "Simon's not dim-witted," Clary protested angrily. "It's true," Jace agreed. "He just looks dim-witted. Really his intelligence is quite average.
Cassandra ClareHave you tried talking to her?" "No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?
Cassandra ClareI thought you were dead,โ she went on. โI saw you fall down, andโI thought you were dead.
Cassandra ClareNo' is a magical word," he told her. "Here's how it goes. You say, 'Simon, I have an insane, suicidal plan. Would you like to help me carry it out?' And I say, "Why, no.
Cassandra ClareOh, leave it,โ said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle. โSheโs annexed my plan!โ โWill,โ Tessa said firmly. โDo you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?โ Will pointed a finger at her. โThat,โ he said. โThe second one.
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