“Never mind that,” said Will. “I’m boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?”

“Downworld?" Tessa echoed, puzzled. "Is that a place in London?""Never mind that," said Will. "I'm boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption.”

“I'm boasting of my...skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption.”

“You’re not the only one who calls them that; the other Downworlders do the same,” said Will. “I discovered that fact while investigating the symbol. I must have carried that knife through a hundred Downworld haunts, searching for someone who might recognize it. I offered a reward for information. Eventually the name of the Dark Sisters came to my ears.”“Downworld?” Tessa echoed, puzzled. “Is that a place in London?”“Never mind that,” said Will. “I’m boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?”

“Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.”

“Will interrupted. "Henry," he said, "you're on fire. You do know that, don't you?”

“Do you even care where I’m going?” he said. “What if I were going to hell?”“I’ve always wanted to see hell,” Cecily said. “Doesn’t everyone?”“Most of us spend our time trying to stay out of it, Cecily. I’m going to an ifrit den, if you must know, to purchase drugs from vile, dissolute criminals. They may clap eyes on you, and decide to sell you.”“Wouldn’t you stop them?”“I suppose it would depend on whether they cut me a part of the profit.”