It's Love, Not The Battle

Oh Dear," Said Jace..."i Hope That Wasn't Anything Important." "it Was A Sleeping Potion," She Said Angrily, Toeing The Vial With The Tip Of A Sneaker. "and Now It's Gone." "if Only Simon Were Here. He Could Bore You To Sleep.

Can I Help You With Something?" Clary Turned Instant Traitor Against Her Gender. "those Girls On The Other Side Of The Car Are Staring At You." Jace Assumed An Air Of Mellow Gratification. "of Course They Are," He Said, "i Am Stunningly Attractive.

I Hope You Told Him You Were Bitten By A Gay Spider.

Clothes Were Scattered Across The Floor In Piles, A Duffel Bag Open On The Floor As If It Had Exploded. Isabelle's Bright Silver-gold Whip Hung From One Bedpost, A Lacy White Bra From Another. Simon Averted His Eyes. The Curtains Were Drawn, The Lamps Extinguished. Isabelle Flopped Down On The Edge Of The Bed And Looked At Him With Bitter Amusement. "a Blushing Vampire. Who Would Have Guessed.

Not Really, But After That I Think About How I Could Kill Him While He Slept If I Really Wanted To, And Then I Feel Better.