Hail And Farewell, My Brother.

You're Valentine's Son. I'm Sure You're The One The Queen Really Wants To See. Besides, You're Charming. Maybe Not At The Moment.

Yes, She's Bleeding To Death Upstairs, But I Thought I'd Avoid Telling You Right Away, Because I Like To Draw The Suspense Out.

She Hated That Little Voice Inside Her Head. Like The Seelie Queen, It Planted Doubts Where There Shouldn't Be Doubts, Asked Questions That Had No Answer.

Alec Watched Them Through The Half-open Door, Jace Leaned Against The Sink As His Adoptive Sister Sponged His Wrists And Wrapped Them In A White Gauze. “okay, Now Take Off Your Shirt.” (isabelle) “i Knew There Was Something In This For You.” (jace) ~pg. 329~

Going Round And Around Inside A Dryer Can Be Fatal, Whereas Pasta Is Rarely Fatal. Unless Isabelle Makes It.