Things in New York were at a standstill, and had been since the battle on the ship. They were all just waiting for the Clave to come to some kind of a decision about what they were going to do about Valentine ( Read more... )

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... )

All Isabelle had wanted to do was sleep off all of the previous night's woes. So, of course she'd been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by Clary and Jace who'd absolutely had to tell everyone about the former's realization about where the Mortal Cup was, and how they had to plan to go and get them despite the fact that the search was ( Read more... )

Isabelle had spent most of the day with Simon around Central Park. It was late when they returned to the Institute to get ready for the party, and even later still when they left for it again. The directions on the invitation took them to a largely industrial neighborhood in Brooklyn whose streets were lined with factories and warehouses. Some had ( Read more... )

Things in New York had been significantly less interesting since the night at Pandemonium, but Isabelle was actually cool with that. (Mostly.) This was getting to be the longest time she'd spent back home since moving to Fandom last year. It was good to be back and just enjoy herself in all the familiar surroundings. She'd caught a sale at Trash ( Read more... )