Sarcasm Is The Last Refuge Of The

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.

Black Hair And Blue Eyes Are My Favorite Combination.

But-" Maia, Still Looking At Alec And Magnus, Broke Off And Rasied Her Eyebrows. Simon Turned To See What She Was Looking At - And Stared. Alec Had His Arms Around Magnus And Was Kissing Him Full On The Mouth. Magnus, Who Appeared To Be In A State Of Shock, Stood Frozen. Several Groups Of People - Shadowhunters And Downworlders Alike - Were Staring And Whispering. Glancing To The Side, Simon Saw The Lightwoods, Their Eyes Widen, Gaping At The Display. Maryse Had Her Hand Over Her Mouth. Maia Looked Perplexed. "wait A Second," She Said. "do We All Have To Do That, Too?

It Didn’t Matter, Anyway. There Was Only One Thing She Could Ask For, In The End, Only One Real Choice. She Raised Her Eyes To The Angel’s. "jace," She Said.

The Will I Fell In Love With, She Almost Said."and Be Will," She Finished Instead. "or I Shall Hit You With My Umbrella.