Isabella with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.
Cassandra ClareYou can’t just keep grabbing at me every time you see me. It’s not a substitute for actually talking.
Cassandra ClareBut that was Isabelle — if there was a boy around and blame that needed to be pinned on someone, Isabelle would pin it on him
Cassandra Clare