Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.
Cassandra ClareHe's not in a very good mood," said Luke, pausing in front of a closed door. "I shut him up in Freaky Pete's office after he nearly killed half my pack with his bare hands. He wouldn't talk to me, so"—Luke shrugged—"I thought of you." He looked from Clary's baffled face to Simon's. "What?" "I can't believe he came here," Clary said. "I can't believe you know someone named Freaky Pete," said Simon. "I know a lot of people," said Luke. "Not that Freaky Pete is strictly people, but I'm hardly one to talk.
Cassandra ClareYou'd think the Angel would have been foresighted enough to give us a birth-control rune, but no dice.
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