A Sarcastic Blond Genie With A Bad

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

The Most Remarkable Thing About Him Were His Eyes. They Were Laughing Eyes, At Once Both Joyous And Tender: They Were The Radiant Pale Blue Of A Sky Slipping Toward Evening In Heaven, When Angels Who Had Been Sweet All Day Found Themselves Tempted To Sin.

Look, I Asked You Here For A Reason. Much As I Hate To Admit It, Vampire, We Have Something In Common. " "totally Awesome Hair?" Simon Suggested, But His Heart Wasn't Really In It Either. Something About The Look On Jace's Face Was Making Him Increasingly Uneasy. Simon Was Caught Off Guard. "clary?" "clary, " Jace Said Again. "you Know: Short, Redheaded, Bad Temper.

I Should Have Warned Her About Your Habit Of Never Doing What You're Told." Jace Squinted At Her. "are Those Isabelle's Clothes? They Look Ridiculous On You." "i Could Point Out That You Burned My Clothes." -jace And Clary Pg. 63

Isabelle Tugged Her Tank Top Back Down And Glared At Her Brother. “you Don’t Knock Now?” “it’s My Bedroom!” Alec Spluttered.