Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.
Cassandra ClareWe shouldnโt,โ protested Isabelle. โThe Clave has a plan.โ โThe Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple,โ said Jace. Alec blinked up at them. โJace is right.โ Isabelle turned on her brother. โWhat do you know? You werenโt even paying attention.โ โI was,โ Alec said, injured. โI said Jace was right.โ โYeah, but thereโs like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so thatโs not proof you were listening,โ said Jace. โThatโs just a good guess.
Cassandra ClareI was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe?" He opened his own suit jacket just a bit, and Simon saw something long an metallic glinting against the inside lining. "No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals.
Cassandra ClareLife could not be entirely devoted to debauchery and monkeys. Magnus had to finance all the drinking somehow.
Cassandra ClareThank you,โ Simon said. โItโs a joke, Isabelle. Heโs the Count. He likes counting. You know. โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .โโ There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. โItโs not realistic.โ โWhat would you prefer? โWhat did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .
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