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“That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year."
"Why?" Isabelle said.
"So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names."
"Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Isabelle drifted over, Jace a pace behind her. She was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat of soft green velvet, the color of moss. "I can't believe you did it!" she exclaimed. "How did you get Magnus to let Jace leave?"
"Traded him for Alec," Clary said.
Isabelle looked mildly alarmed. "Not permanently?"
"No," said Jace. "Just for a few hours. Unless I don't come back," he added thoughtfully. "In which case, maybe he does get to keep Alec. Think of it as a lease with an option to buy."
Isabelle looked dubious. "Mom and Dad won't be pleased if they find out."
"That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" Simon inquired. "No, probably not.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Alec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?"
Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace, girls killing things."
"I like anyone killing things, especially me." he said with a smile.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“But I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, Don鈥檛 you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you鈥檙e never what you were before.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“I get the feeling," Alec said, and smiled, "she hasn't forgiven me for betraying you, as she sees it."
"Good girl," said Jace with appreciation.
"I didn't betray you, idiot."
"It's the thought that counts.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Isabelle snorted. 'All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.'
'You noticed' said Simon.

'I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' added Magnus.

'Please never say those words in front of my parents,' said Alec. 'Especially my father.'

'I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out,' Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was 鈥� as he often was 鈥� scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn鈥檛 an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec鈥檚 answer than he would have been otherwise.

'My mother seems to have accepted it,' Alec said. 'But my father 鈥� no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.'

Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. 'Turned you gay?' She sounded incredulous. 'Alec, you didn鈥檛 tell me that.'

'I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,' said Simon.

Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I鈥檝e read Magnus鈥檚 stash of comics,' said Alec, 'so I actually know what you鈥檙e talking about' A small smile played around his mouth. 'So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?'

'Only if it was a really gay spider,' said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. 'Ow, okay, never mind.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat," Jace muttered.

Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. "What did you say?"

Jace edged toward the fridge. "I said I'm going to look for a snack to eat."

That's what I thought you said." Isabelle turned her attention to the soup.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“We shouldn鈥檛,鈥� protested Isabelle. 鈥淭he Clave has a plan.鈥�

鈥淭he Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple,鈥� said Jace.

Alec blinked up at them. 鈥淛ace is right.鈥�

Isabelle turned on her brother. 鈥淲hat do you know? You weren鈥檛 even paying attention.鈥�

鈥淚 was,鈥� Alec said, injured. 鈥淚 said Jace was right.鈥�

鈥淵eah, but there鈥檚 like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so that鈥檚 not proof you were listening,鈥� said Jace. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 just a good guess.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Dudes," He said, "Do not follow other dudes to the bathroom."

Isabelle sighed. "Latent homosexual panic will do you in every time”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Brother Zachariah,鈥� Isabelle said. 鈥淢onths January through December of the Hot Silent Brothers Calendar. What鈥檚 he doing here?鈥�

鈥淭here鈥檚 a Hot Silent Brothers Calendar?鈥� said Alec. 鈥淒o they sell it?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“You鈥檙e here!鈥� Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. 鈥淗ave some of this!鈥�
Clary squinted at it. 鈥淚s it going to turn me into a rodent?鈥�
鈥淲here is the trust? I think it鈥檚 strawberry juice,鈥� Isabelle said. 鈥淎nyways, it鈥檚 yummy. Jace?鈥� She offered him the glass.
鈥淚 am a man,鈥� he told her, 鈥渁nd men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.鈥�
鈥淏rown?鈥� Isabelle made a face.
鈥淏rown is a manly color,鈥� said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle鈥檚 hair with his free hand. 鈥淚n fact, look 鈥� Alec is wearing it.鈥�
Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. 鈥淚t was black,鈥� he said. 鈥淏ut then it faded.鈥�
鈥淵ou could dress it up with a sequined headband,鈥� Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. 鈥淛ust a thought.鈥�
鈥淩esist the urge, Alec.鈥� Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. 鈥淵ou鈥檒l look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.鈥�
鈥淭here are worse things,鈥� Magnus observed.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“I've noticed the Fair Folk often say 'perhaps' when there is a truth they want to hide," Clary said. "It keeps you from having to give a straight answer."
"Perhaps so," said the Queen with an amused smile.
"'Mayhap' is a good word too," Alec suggested.
"Also 'perchance,'" Izzy said.
"I see nothing wrong with 'maybe'," said Simon. "A little modern, but the gist of the idea comes across.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Alec isn鈥檛 happy,鈥� said Magnus, as if she hadn鈥檛 spoken.
鈥淥f course he isn鈥檛,鈥� Isabelle snapped. 鈥淛ace鈥斺��
鈥淛ace,鈥� said Magnus, and his hands made fists at his sides. Isabelle stared at him. She had always thought that he didn鈥檛 mind Jace; liked him, even, once the question of Alec鈥檚 affections had been settled. Out loud, she said:
鈥淚 thought you were friends.鈥�
鈥淚t鈥檚 not that,鈥� said Magnus. 鈥淭here are some people 鈥� people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we鈥檙e all drawn toward what鈥檚 beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it鈥檚 only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.鈥�
Isabelle shook her head slowly. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e lost me. Jace is our brother, but for Alec 鈥� he鈥檚 Jace鈥檚 parabatai too 鈥斺��
鈥淚 know about parabatai,鈥� said Magnus, his voice rising in pitch. 鈥淚鈥檝e known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that鈥檚 left鈥斺��
鈥淪top it!鈥� Isabelle clapped her hands over her ears, then lowered them slowly. 鈥淗ow dare you, Magnus Bane,鈥� she said.
鈥淗ow dare you make this worse than it is 鈥斺��
鈥淚sabelle.鈥� Magnus鈥� hands loosened; he looked a little wide-eyed, as if his outburst had startled even him. 鈥淚 am sorry. I forget, sometimes . . . that with all your self-control and strength, you possess the same vulnerability that Alec does.鈥�
鈥淭here is nothing weak about Alec,鈥� said Isabelle.
鈥淣o,鈥� said Magnus. 鈥淭o love as you choose, that takes strength. The thing is, I wanted you here for him. There are things I can鈥檛 do for him, can鈥檛 give him . . .鈥� For a moment Magnus looked oddly vulnerable. 鈥淵ou have known Jace as long as he has. You can give him understanding I can鈥檛. And he loves you.鈥�
鈥淥f course he loves me. I鈥檓 his sister.鈥�
鈥淏lood isn鈥檛 love,鈥� said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. 鈥淛ust ask Clary.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“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.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Of course he loves me. I鈥檓 his sister.鈥�
鈥淏lood isn鈥檛 love,鈥� said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Don't bother her, don't try to talk to her, don't even look at her, or I'll fold you in half so many times you'll look like a tiny little origami werewolf.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Isabelle waved a hand. "No need to worry, big brother. Nothing happened. Of course," she added as Alex's shoulders relaxed, "I was totally passed-out drunk, so he could really have done whatever he wanted and I wouldn't have woken up."
"Oh, please," said Simon. "All I did was tell you the entire plot of Star Wars."
"I don't think I remember that," said Isabelle, taking a cookie from the plate on the table.
"Oh, yeah? Who was Luke Skywalker's best childhood friend?"
"Biggs Darklighter," Isabelle said immediately, and then hit the table with the flat of her hand."That is so cheating!”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?" There was a sound of shattering glass, and they both sat up to see Alec glaring at them. He had dropped the empty bottle of wine he had been carrying, and there were bits of sparkly glass all over the cave floor. "WHY CAN'T YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO THESE HORRIBLE THINGS? MY EYES."

"It's a demon realm, Alec," Isabelle said. "There's nowhere for us to go."

"And you said I should look after her-" Simon began, then realized that would not be a productive line of conversation, and shut up.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Stop it." Isabelle tapped a booted foot in the shallow water at the lake's edge. "Both of you. In fact, all three of you. If we don't stick together in the Seelie Court, we're dead."
"But I haven't-," Clary started.
"Maybe you haven't, but the way you let those two act..." Isabelle indicated the boys with a disdainful wave of her hand.
"I can't tell them what to do!"
"Why not?" the other girl demanded. "Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority, I just don't know what I'll do with you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Isabelle snorted, "All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon."
"You noticed," said Simon.
"I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual," added Magnus.
"Please never say those words in front of my parents," said Alec.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Isabelle looked at him thoughtfully. "Did you seriously jump thirty feet out of a Malachi Configuration? Did he, Alec?"
"He did," Alec confirmed. "I've never seen anything like it."
"I've never seen anything like this." Jace lifted a ten-inch dagger from the floor. One of Isabelle's pink brassiers was spread on the wickedly sharp tip. Isabelle snached it off, scowling.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Get over here. Sheldon's had an idea."
"Who's Sheldon?", said Isabelle.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Do you even really know how vampires are made?'
'Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much...”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“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鈥攖hen 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.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“It doesn't hurt."
"But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn't heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon's shirt down. "Molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, Iz?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords."
"I'm just showing him where he got stabbed," Isabelle protested, but she scooted back to her chair with a certain amount of haste.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass