"Well, I'm not kissng the mundane," said Jace, "I'd rather stay down here and rot." "Forever?" said Simon. "Forever's an awfully long time." Jace raised hi eyebrows. "I knew it." he said. "you want to kiss me, don't you?"...

"I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes sick with misery. "I want to hate you. I try to hate you. It would be so much easier if I did hate you. Sometimes I think I do hate you and then I see you and I-" Her hands had grown numb with their grip on the blanket.

She looked like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting at the top of her tower for someone to ride up and rescue her. Not that traditional princess behavior was like Isabelle at all. Isabelle with her whip and boots and knoves 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.

She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out load, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadn't said them-had let Alec go on lying and pretending - because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar.