There Was Something About Jace, Though, That

She'd Been Impressed By His Looks At First--those Sharply Planed Cheekbones And Those Black, Fathomless Eyes--but His Affable, Sympathetic Personality Grated On Her Now. She Didn't Like Boys Who Looked As If They Never Got Mad About Anything. In Isabelle's World, Rage Equaled Passion Equaled A Good Time.

Jace Perched On The Windowsill And Looked Down At Him. "you Really Don't Get This Bodyguard Thing, Do You?" "i Didn't Even Think You Liked Me All That Much," Said Simon. "is This One Of Those Keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer Things?" "i Thought It Was Keep Your Friends Close So You Have Someone To Drive The Car When You Sneak Over To Your Enemy's House A Night And Throw Up In His Mailbox." "i'm Pretty Sure That's Not It

I Don't Know Who Azazel Is," He Said. "isn't He The Cat From The Smurfs?" He Cast About , But Isabelle Just Looked Up And Rolled Her Eyes At Him. "clary?" He Thought Her Voice Came Through, Tinged With Alarm. "what Is It? What Happened? Did My Mom Find Out I'm Gone?" "not Yet," He Thought Back. "is Azazel The Cat From The Smurfs?" There Was A Long Pause. "that's Azrael, Simon. And No More Using The Magic Rings For Smurf Questions.

Clothes Were Scattered Across The Floor In Piles, A Duffel Bag Open On The Floor As If It Had Exploded. Isabelle's Bright Silver-gold Whip Hung From One Bedpost, A Lacy White Bra From Another. Simon Averted His Eyes. The Curtains Were Drawn, The Lamps Extinguished. Isabelle Flopped Down On The Edge Of The Bed And Looked At Him With Bitter Amusement. "a Blushing Vampire. Who Would Have Guessed.

You Called Me And Said You Were Home And Wanted To Go Out For A Pizza." "i Did? What Time Is It?" "time For Pizza," [catarina] Replied.