Her throat ached: adoration, heartbreak, in equal measure. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.

Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too.

They both believed in her even when she didn’t believe in herself.

Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.

I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.

Dear Alec and Magnus, This is the first postcard of five. Don't freak out or anything, but I need you to send me $150,000 to cover the cost of: 1) Two diamanté crowns 2) 20 peacocks 3) 300 chocolate lollipops in the shape of your heads 4) My dress 5) 500 lbs of glitter 6) One white horse (More to come in other cards) -Isabelle

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