#isabelle

I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. "Faeries have no sense of humor." "Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not," he added, "that I have ever been there. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#humor

I've got plenty.” Isabelle smiled, kicking her feet up so that her anklets jingled like Christmas bells. "These, for instance. The left one is gold, which is poisonous to demons, and the right one is blessed iron, in case I run across any unfriendly vampires or even faeries, faeries hate iron. They both have strength runes carved into them, so I can pack a hell of a kick. " "Demon hunting and fashion," Clary said. "I never would have thought they went together. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#demon-hunting #fashion #humor #isabelle #humor

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. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #jace-lightwood #intelligence

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #love #magnus-bane #love

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

#isabelle-lightwood #illness

It was only recently that Isabelle had realized other girls weren’t just for envying, avoiding, or disliking. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#envy

They had just showed up, Amatis had said. Which meant Simon had spent the entire night at Isabelle's. She stared at him. He didn't look any different. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #simon-lewis #clary-fray

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. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #simon-lewis #jace-wayland

Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#fatal #humor #isabelle-lightwood #pasta #humor

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 #clary-fray #isabelle-lightwood #jace #mortal-instruments