I Tell Myself He's Better Than He

He Looks," Simon Had Once Said To Isabelle, "like He's Thinking About Something Deep And Meaningful, But If You Ask Him What It Is, He'll Punch You In The Face.

If You Knew How To Cook, Maybe I Would Eat," Jace Muttered. Isabelle Froze, Her Spoon Poised Dangerously. "what Did You Say?" Jace Edged Toward The Fridge. "i Said I'm Going To Look For A Snack To Eat." That's What I Thought You Said." Isabelle Turned Her Attention To The Soup.

Nothing Less Than 7 Inches.

It's Nearly Full Dark. We Should Go." "we? I Thought You Were Going To Leave Me Alone." "i Lied," Jace Said Without A Shred Of Embarrassment.

Before Clary Could Respond, Jace’s Eyes Slid Open. He Looked Up At The Warlock, Dazzled And Dizzy. “what Are You Doing Here?” Magnus Grinned Down At Jace, And His Teeth Sparkled Like Sharpened Diamonds. “hey Roommate,” He Said. -pg. 128-