Pain Made You Strong. Loss Made You

The Kitchen Was Bright, Cheerful Yellow, The Walls Decorated With Framed Chalk And Pencil Sketches Simon And Rebecca Had Done In Grade School. Rebecca Had Some Drawing Talent, You Could Tell, But Simon's Sketches Of People All Looked Like Parking Meters With Tufts Of Hair.

"jace?" She Offered Him The Glass. "i Am A Man," He Told Her. "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone, Woman And Bring Me Something Brown." "brown?" Isabelle Made A Face. "brown Is A Manly Colour," Said Jace And Yanked On A Stray Lock Of Isabelle's Hair With His Free Hand. "in Fact, Look - Alec Is Wearing It." Alec Looked Mournfully Down At His Sweater. "it Was Black," He Said. "but Then It Faded." "you Could Dress It Up With A Sequined Headband," Magnus Suggested.

Whatever The Clave Was Discussing, The Council Meeting Was Dragging On Brutally Late. “but He Knows New York. He Doesn’t Know Alicante—

Even The Trip Throught The Portal Had Not Disarranged Magnus's Hair Spikes. He Tugged On One Proudly. "check It Out", He Said To Isabelle. "magic?" "hair Gel. $3.99 At Ricky's.

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