“I do not understand how you humans can walk in shoes that are that tall.”“Its my motto,” said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. “Nothing less than seven inches.”

“It's my motto," said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. 'Nothing less than seven inches.'Meliorn gazed at her stonily.'I'm talking about my heels,' she said. " It's a pun. You know? A play on-""Come," the faerie knight said. "The Queen will be growing impatient." He headed down the corridor without giving Isabelle a second glance."I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. " Faeries have no sense of humor.""Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie night club called Hot Wings. Not," he added," that I have ever been there.”

“Nothing less than 7 inches.”

“She shrugged. "All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?""No," said Jace."Do you think Hodge will want any soup?"No one wants any soup.""I want some soup," Simon said."No, you don't," said Jace. "You just want to sleep with Isabelle."Simon was appalled. "That is not true.""How flattering," Isabelle murmured into the soup, but she was smirking.”

“Isabelle," she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, "your loyalty to your friend is understandable --""He's not my friend." Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. "He's my brother.”

“It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand—a boy who is not quite white and not quite foreign either.""Just as I am not human, and not demon either," Tessa said softly.His eyes softened. "You are human," he said. "Never think you are not. I have seen you with your brother; I know how you care for him. If you can feel hope, guilt, sorrow, love—then you are human.”

“All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?""No," said Jace."Do you think Hodge will want any soup?""No one wants any soup.""I want some soup," Simon said."No, you don't," said Jace. "You just want to sleep with Isabelle."Simon was appalled. "That is not true.""How flattering," Isabelle murmured into the soup, but she was smirking."Oh, yes it is," said Jace. "Go ahead and ask her—then she can turn you down and the rest of us can get on with our lives while you fester in miserable humiliation." He snapped his fingers. "Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.”