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and now there was something in her hand, a coiling whip that glinted gold. ( CoB, ch. 1)

Clary turned to run—and found her way blocked by Isabelle, whip in hand. The gold length of it was stained with dark fluid. (CoB, ch. 1)

In her mind’s eye she saw the storage room, Isabelle’s gold whip, the blue-haired boy convulsing in his death spasms, and Jace’s tawny eyes. (CoB, ch. 2)

Isabelle sitting naked with her whip curled around her like a net of gold rings (CoB, ch. 5)

Isabelle strode into the entryway, her gold whip coiled around her wrist, (CoB, ch. 11)

Isabelle with her demon-stomping boots and gold whip (CoB, ch. 18)

Isabelle said, taking her gold whip, which was twisted into a shimmering rope, out of a drawer and sliding the handle through her belt. (CoA, ch. 5)

Isabelle nervously twisted her golden white whip in her hands (CoA, ch. 7)

Isabelle was sitting on the ground, her whip coiled at her ankles in a golden circle. (CoA, ch. 10)

Isabelle was kneeling in the embrasure of the window beside her bed, her gold whip coiled around her left arm. (CoA, ch. 16)

Isabelle came in, in her Shadowhunter gear, with her long silver-gold whip in one hand and a wooden-bladed naginata in the other. (CoA, ch. 17)

He glimpsed Isabelle, her hair snapping around her in black ropes as she swung her whip. It made a deadly fork of golden lightning through the shadows. (CoG, ch. 1)

Isabelle’s bright silver-gold whip hung from one bedpost, (CoG, ch. 14)

Isabelle, her black hair swinging, her whip wrapped around her wrist like a series of golden bracelets. (CoG, ch. 18)

Something bright gold glittered at Sebastian’s wrist, as if he were wearing a bracelet. But it wasn’t a bracelet, because it was moving. Sebastian looked toward his hand, surprised, as the dagger fell from his loosened grasp and struck the mud with an audible sound. Then the hand itself, separated from his wrist, thumped to the ground beside it. Jace stared wonderingly as Sebastian’s severed hand bounced and came to rest against a pair of high black boots. The boots were attached to a pair of delicate legs, rising to a slender torso and a familiar face capped with a waterfall of black hair. Jace raised his eyes and saw Isabelle, her whip soaked with blood, (CoG, ch. 19)

Something flashed through the air, a darting flame of silvery gold. The demon’s heads whipped around, the hissing rising to a scream, but it was too late—the silvery thing that encircled them pulled tight, and with a spray of blackish blood, its remaining two heads sheared away. (...) The front doors of the church were open, and in the entranceway stood Isabelle, in boots and a black dress, her electrum whip in hand. (CoFA, ch. 11)

Leaning against one of the poles holding up the awning was Isabelle. She had her hair up and was wearing a long red dress, slit up the side to show most of her leg. Loops of gold laddered her right arm. They looked like bracelets, but Simon knew they were really her electrum whip. (CoFA, ch. 14)

Isabelle seemed to almost explode through them, her silvery-gold whip trailing behind her like the tail of a comet. (CoFA, ch. 19)

Isabelle pulled her golden whip down from where it hung on the wall and wrapped it around her wrist so that it looked like a ladder of shining bracelets. (CoLS, ch. 1)

Isabelle was right behind her, her silver-gold whip uncurling from her hand. (CoHF, ch. 12)

She readied her blade to let it fly, when there was a flash of silver-gold and Isabelle’s whip came down, slicing the thing in half. (CoHF, ch. 18)