You Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.

She Seemed Like A Creature Made To Attract Everyone And Express Nothing Real, Though It Would Take A Master Observer, Like Magnus, To Know It.

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.

"i Forgot That's What Gets You All Hot And Bothered, Jace, Girls Killing Things." "i Like Anyone Killing Things, Especially Me." He Said With A Smile.

Everything That Happens To You Matters To Me.

The Front Door Shut, Leaving Alec Sitting In The Half-lit Garden, Alone. He Closed His Eyes For A Moment, The Image Of A Face Hovering Behind His Lids. Not Jace's Face, For A Change. The Eyes Set In The Face Were Green, Slit-pupiled. Cat Eyes.