He's Probably Never Met A Six-foot Tall

We Shouldn’t,” Protested Isabelle. “the Clave Has A Plan.” “the Clave Has The Collective Intelligence Of A Pineapple,” Said Jace. Alec Blinked Up At Them. “jace Is Right.” Isabelle Turned On Her Brother. “what Do You Know? You Weren’t Even Paying Attention.” “i Was,” Alec Said, Injured. “i Said Jace Was Right.” “yeah, But There’s Like A 90% Chance Of Me Being Right Most Of The Time, So That’s Not Proof You Were Listening,” Said Jace. “that’s Just A Good Guess.

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

He Had Become A Monster. You Just Couldn't See It...because It Wore The Face Of A Friend.

Okay. I've Got A Good One." Simon Stroked Isabelle's Hair Feeling Her Lashes Flutter Against His Neck As She Closed Her Eyes. "a Long Time Ago, In A Galaxy Far, Far Away.

You Asked Me Who I Belong To. I Belong To You.