Pardon Me, But We Did Not Have

Why, Oh Why, Had Jace Picked A Fight With A Pack Of Wolves? What Had Possessed Him? Then Again, It Was Jace. He'd Pick A Fight With A Mack Truck If The Urge Took Him. -clary, Pg.40-

He'll Come Back," Simon Said Again. "for You.

There Was A Small Wooden Gazebo Built Out Over The Water; Isabelle Was Sitting In It, Staring Out Across The Lake. She Looked Like A Princess In A Fairy Tale, Waiting At The Top Of Her Tower For Someone To Ride Up And Rescue Her. Not That Traditional Princess Behavior Was Like Isabelle At All. Isabelle With Her Whip And Boots And Knives Would Chop Anyone Who Tried To Pen Her Up In A Tower Into Pieces, Build A Bridge Out Of The Remains, And Walk Carelessly To Freedom, Her Hair Looking Fabulous The Entire Time.

Simon!” The Voice Was Clary’s. He Would Know It Anywhere. He Wondered If His Mind Was Conjuring It Up Now, A Sense Memory Of What He’d Most Loved During Life To Carry Him Through The Process Of Death. “simon, You Stupid Idiot! I’m Over Here! At The Window!” Simon Jumped To His Feet. He Doubted His Mind Would Conjure That Up.

Do People Ever Climb The Demon Towers? Like, For Any Reason?" Aline Looked Up. "climb The Demon Towers?" She Laughed. "no, No One Ever Does That. It's Totally Illegal, For One Thing, And Besides, Why Would You Want To?" Aline, Isabelle Thought, Did Not Have Much Imagination. She Herself Could Think Of Lots Of Reasons Why Someone Might Want To Climb The Demon Towers, If Only To Spit Gum Down On Passerbys Below.