What are all these?” Clary asked. “Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades,” Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, “electrum wire – not much use at the moment but it’s always good to have spares – silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-” “Jesus,” said Clary “I doubt he’d fit.” “Jace.” Clary was appalled.
