It Was A Very Bad Idea. It

She Seemed Like A Creature Made To Attract Everyone And Express Nothing Real, Though It Would Take A Master Observer, Like Magnus, To Know It.

Love Isn't A Weakness.

There Was A Small Wooden Gazebo Built Out Over The Water; Isabelle Was Sitting In It, Staring Out Across The Lake. 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 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.

It Is Easier To Confront A Threat As A Mass, A Group, Not Individuals Who Must Be Evaluated One By One.

Of Course You Realize You're Leaving Me In The Position Of Being The One Tell Everyone - Your Mother, Luke, Alec, Izzy, Magnus..." "i Guess I Shouldn't Have Said There Wouldn't Be No Risk To You," Clary Said Meekly. "that's Right," Said Simon. "just Remember, When Your Mothers's Gnawing My Ankle Like A Furious Mama Bear Separated From Her Cub, I Did It For You.