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I Wish I Could Hate You," He Said. His Voice Was Light, His Mouth Curved In An Unconcerned Half Smile, His Eyes Sick With Misery. "i Want To Hate You. I Try To Hate You. It Would Be So Much Easier If I Did Hate You. Sometimes I Do Hate You And Then I See You And I.

Magnus Looked At Her Meditatively. 'i Think,' He Said, 'there Isn't Much That Jace Wouldn't Do For You, If You Asked Him.' Clary Opened Her Mouth And Then Shut It Again. She Thought Of The Way Magnus Had Always Seemed To Know How Alec Felt About Jace, How Simon Felt About Her. Her Feelings For Jace Must Be Written On Her Face Even Now, And Magnus Was An Expert Reader. She Glanced Away.

After All, It Was Never Darnay He Quoted, Only Sydney, Drunk And Wrecked And Dissipated. Sydney, Who Died For Love.

Someday," Magnus Said, Looking At The Crumpled Royal Person At His Feet, "i Must Write My Memoirs.

Parabatai" Said Jace. "it Means A Pair Of Warriors Who Fight Together - Who Are Closer Than Brothers. Alec Is More Than Justmy Best Friend.