Children of the Nephilim," Magnus said. "Well, well. I don't recall inviting you." Isabelle took out her invitation and waved it like a white flag. "I have an invitation. These"--she indicated the rest of the group with a grand wave of her arm--"are my friends." Magnus plucked the invitation out of her hand and looked at it with fastidious distaste. "I must have been drunk," he said. He threw the door open. "Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests." Jace looked at him, "Even if one of them spills something on my new shoes?" "Even then." - 219

Wo men shi jie bai xiong di-we are more than brothers, Will.

It is not easy to be different, and even less so to be unique.

Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.

Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?

He was gazing at her, the way one did when one felt one was unobserved. He had that look on his face, the look he usually got only when he was playing the violin, as if he were completely caught up and entranced.

I let them think I did that" said Jace "My reign of terror continues