Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?

Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn't blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain.

Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.

I'm seven hundred years old, Alexander. I know when something isn't going to work. You won't even admit I exist to your parents. Alec stared at him. I thought you were three hundred! You're seven huundred years old? Well, Magnus amended, eight hundred. But I dont look it. Anyway, you're missing the point. The point is- But Alec never found out what the point was because at that moment a dozen more Iblis demons flooded into the square. He felt his jaw drop. Damn it. Magnus followed his gaze. the demons were already fanning out into a half circle around them, their yellow eyes glowing. Way to change the subject, Lightwood.

Happy birthday, Alexander, Magnus murmured.Thanks for remembering, Alec whispered back.