I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.' 'The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway.
Cassandra ClareGood organization,โ said Magnus. โI knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.โ Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. โDid you sleep with him, too?โ Magnusโs cat eyes widened. โAlexander!
Cassandra ClareHey," said Jace. who was sitting on an overturned speaker, looking at his cellphone, "do you want to see a photo of Alec and Magnus in Berlin?" "Not really," said Simon. "Magnus is wearing lederhosen." "And yet, still no.
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