Simon-"from Now On I Will Only Adress

What About Isabelle?" Simon Asked. "where Is She?" The Humor, Such As It Was, Left Jace's Expression. "she Won't Come Out Of Her Room," He Said. "she Thinks That What Happened To Max Was Her Fault. She Won't Even Come To The Funeral." "have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no," Jace Said, "we've Been Punching Her Repeatedly In The Face Instead. Why, Do You Think That Won't Work?" "just Thought I'd Ask." Simon's Tone Was Mild.

Cucumber And Bergamot," Clary Said. "is There Anything Else You Hate That I Ought To Know About?" Jace Looked At Dorothea Over The Rim Of His Teacup. "liars," He Said.

Hotter Than Me? --jace

Achilles Was Murdered With A Poisoned Arrow, And Jason Died Alone, Killed By His Own Rotting Ship. Such Is The Fate Of Heroes.

I Think He’s Handling It With Grace. A Lot Of Teenage Boys Would Sulk, Or Lurk Around Under Your Window With A Boom Box.