You Know, When Someone Prefers Their Own

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.

It's So Dark," She Said Lamely. "you Want Me To Hold Your Hand?" Clary Put Both Her Hands Behind Her Back Like A Small Child. "don't Talk Down To Me." "well, I Could Hardly Talk Up To You. You're Too Short.

Jem Spoke With Enormous Care; Talking To Will About Anything Personal Was Like Trying Not To Startle Away A Wild Animal.

No Matter What The Price Offered, No Downworlder Would Fail To Listen To A Warning Against One Of The Nephilim.

In The End It Was Shadowhunting They Had Bonded Over—a Shared Love Of Sharp-edged Weapons, Gleaming Seraph Blades, The Painful Pleasure Of Burning Marks, The Thought-numbing Swiftness Of Battle. When Alec Had Wanted To Go Out Hunting Alone With Jace, Leaving Izzy Behind, Jace Had Spoken Up For Her: “we Need Her With Us; She’s The Best There Is. Aside From Me, Of Course.” She Had Loved Him Just For That.