She'd Rather Hoped For Something Simple, Like

I Thought Of Love As A Game. It Is Not A Game. It Is More Serious Than Death.

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

Dear Alec & Magnus, It's Izzy. Got Your Card. Glad You're Having Fun. Nothing's Happening Here-clary's Mom Is Marrying Some Werewolf. I Think You Guys Should Get Married Too. I'm Thinking About Planing It. I Love Planing Parties. -isabelle

Is He Dead?" He Inquired. "he Looks Dead." "no," Snapped Maryse. "he's Not Dead." "have You Checked? I Could Kick Him If You Want.

No, I'm Just A Very Naughty Boy. I Do All Sorts Of Bad Things. I Kick Kittens. I Make Rude Gestures At Nuns.