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Faeries Are Fallen Angels," Said Dorothea, "cast Down Out Of Heaven For Their Pride." "that's The Legend," Jace Said. "it's Also Said That They're The Offspring Of Demons And Angels, Which Always Seemed More Likely To Me. Good And Evil, Mixing Together. Faeries Are As Beautiful As Angels Are Supposed To Be, But They Have A Lot Of Mischief And Cruelty In Them. And You'll Notice Most Of Them Avoid Midday Sunlight—" "for The Devil Has No Power," Said Dorothea Softly, As If She Were Reciting An Old Rhyme, "except In The Dark.

Of Course, The Guests Were Also Staring Because They Know Of My Relationship With Camille, And Are Wondering What We Might Be Doing Here In The Library... Alone." He Wiggled His Eyebrows At Tessa.

Because In The End Nothing Is Worse Than Seeing The Fall Of One You Loved. It Was Somehow Worse Than Losing A Love. It Made Everything Seem Questionable. It Made The Past Bitter And Confused.

As It Turned Out, Everyone Wanted A Doughnut. Jace Wanted Two.

He Grabbed For The Coatrack That Stood By The Door, Ripped The Coats Off It, And Flung The Door Wide, The Rack Held Above His Head Like A Javelin. On The Other Side Of The Door Was Jace. He Blinked. "is That A Coatrack?