#sabelle

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

Jace is in love with the idea of dying,” said Isabelle. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #the-mortal-instruments #tmi #love

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

#fun #humor #isabelle-lightwood #jace-wayland #humor

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

#investigation #isabelle-lightwood #jace-wayland #joke #humor

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

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

#funny #isabelle #funny

Clary wasn't sure what she'd expected -exclamations of delight, perhaps a smattering of applause. Instead there was silence, broken only when Jace said, "Somehow, I thought it would be bigger." Clary looked at the Cup in her hand. It was the size, perhaps, of an ordinary wineglass, only much heavier. Power thrummed through it, like blood through living veins. "It's a perfectly nice size," she said indignantly. "Oh, it's big enough," he said patronizingly, "but somehow I was expecting something… you know." He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat. "It's the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl," said Isabelle. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle #jace #mortal-instruments #broken

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

What's all this about yanking poor Magnus and Alec back from their vacation?" Isabelle demanded. "They have opera tickets! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#poor