For something Isabelle genuinely wanted to do, this had been kind of an ordeal. No one had actually opposed to her declaration that she was going to start splitting her time between Idris and New York a little more evenly. But moving in with her father, as a reality? He was awkward about it, at best - even if it was in his own, gruffly restrained ( Read more... )

There had been a big Council meeting yesterday. They'd all gathered to hear the official news. Bangkok, Buenos Aires, Oslo, Berlin, Moscow, Los Angeles, all attacked in quick succession, before the attacks could be reported. Every Conclave in these cities had had its Shadowhunters captured and turned Endarkened. Six children saved from the LA ( Read more... )

Time passed slowly in Idris. It seemed that way to Isabelle, anyway. She felt like it dragged on when there was so little to do, and she couldn't even distract herself with calls or texts. No mundie technology in Idris. The wards messed with it too much. And sure, some things had happened. Jace had investigated what Alec had heard about Simon, and ( Read more... )

( Izzy and Alec snoop around, things happen. )

Isabelle liked excitement. Really, she did. The stress of tough situations made her feel alive. But that didn't mean she liked feeling like she was potentially stepping into a hurricane every time she returned home from Fandom. And while things had been calm enough when she'd returned on Saturday evening, the feeling that it wouldn't last hadn't ( Read more... )