I Am A Demon Hunter.

We Shouldn’t,” Protested Isabelle. “the Clave Has A Plan.” “the Clave Has The Collective Intelligence Of A Pineapple,” Said Jace. Alec Blinked Up At Them. “jace Is Right.” Isabelle Turned On Her Brother. “what Do You Know? You Weren’t Even Paying Attention.” “i Was,” Alec Said, Injured. “i Said Jace Was Right.” “yeah, But There’s Like A 90% Chance Of Me Being Right Most Of The Time, So That’s Not Proof You Were Listening,” Said Jace. “that’s Just A Good Guess.

I Would Have Thought Even A Certified Idiot Like Gabriel Here Would Have Taken Account Of It And Notified Someone." "notified Who?" Asked Jem, Not Unreasonably. He Had Moved Closer To Tessa As The Conversation Had Continued. As They Stood Side By Side, The Backs Of Their Hands Brushed. "the Clave. The Postman. Us. Anyone," Said Will, Shooting An Irritated Look At Gabriel, Who Was Starting To Get Some Color Back And Looked Furious. "i Am Not A Certified Idiot—" "lack Of Certification Hardly Proves Intelligence," Will Muttered.

Will Tossed His Apple Core Into The Air, At The Same Time Drawing A Knife From His Belt And Throwing It. The Knife And The Apple Scaled Across The Room Together, Somehow Managing To Stick Into The Wall Just Beside Gabriel's Head, The Knife Driven Cleanly Through The Core And Into The Wood. "say That Again," Said Will. "and I'll Darken Your Daylights For You.

Tact Is Just Lying For Adults.

I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream About It. Wake Up Thinking About It. Pretty Soon I'll Be Writing Morbid Emo Poetry About It.