“I look like my mom,” she said in surprise.
Isabelle raised her eyebrows. “What? Too middle-aged? Maybe some more glitter—”
“No more glitter,” Clary said hastily. “No, it’s good. I like it.”

the heart, it is a beast

ave atque vale.

“Clary.” Jace said again. “I thought you were avoiding me-“
A flash of irritation shot through Simon. You’re her brother, he wanted to shout down the phone line, that’s all. You don’t own her. You’ve got no right to sound so - so - brokenhearted. That was the word. Though he’d never thought of Jace as having a heart to break.
“You were right,” he finally said, his voice cold. “She still is. This is Simon.”
There was such a long silence that Simon wondered if Jace had dropped the phone.

“I have to fight,” said Alec. “but that’s what you’re doing, isn’t it? You’re part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship—and I know you can take some of my strength, I’ve heard of warlocks doing that—so I’m offering. Take it. It’s yours.” [x]

“I’m Magnus Bane,” He went on in a soothing tone, stretching out his ringed hands. Blue sparks had began to dance between them like bioluminescence dancing in water.  ”I’m the warlock who’s here to cure you. Didn’t they tell you I was coming?”
“I know who you are, but…” Maia looked dazed. “You look so… so… shiny.”
Alec made a noise that sounded very much like a laugh stifled by a cough.

Suddenly my eyes are open,
Everything comes into focus,
We are all illuminated

“You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn’t a confidence booster. I thought maybe once she realized it would never work out with Jace, she’d give up and come back to me.”

“In a hundred, two hundred, years, it’ll be just you and me.” Magnus regarded Simon thoughtfully. “We’ll be all that’s left.”

“If Jace knew I let Clary go to the Seelie Queen, he’d—”
“I don’t care,” Clary said. “He’d do it for me. Tell me he wouldn’t. If I were missing—”
“He’d burn the whole world down ‘till he could dig you out of the ashes.”

Valentine looked steadily at his son. “A cause for rejoicing,” he said in a low, contemplative voice, “I would have thought. Yesterday you were an orphan, Jonathan. And now a father, a mother, a sister, you never knew you had.”
“It isn’t possible,” said Jace again. “Clary isn’t my sister. If she were…”
“Then what?” Valentine said. Jace did not reply, but his sick look of nauseous horror was enough for Clary. Stumbling a little, she came around the table and knelt beside his chair, reaching for his hand.
“Jace—”
He jerked away from her, his fingers knotting in the sodden tablecloth. “Don’t.” Hatred for Valentine burned in her throat like unshed tears. He had held back, and by not saying what he knew—that she was his daughter—made her complicit in his silence. And now, having dropped the truth on them with the weight of a crushing boulder, he sat back to watch the results with a cool consideration. How could Jace not see how hateful he was?
“Tell me it’s not true,” Jace said, staring at the tablecloth.
Clary swallowed against the burning in her throat. “I can’t do that.”

“All you’ve ever needed is your pencils and your imaginary worlds. So many times I’ve had to say things six, seven times before you’d even respond, you were so far away…- but I was never mad at you. Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else’s.”

Soldier, won’t you come back home
Lover, won’t you come back home?

“You really did a lot for my mom. You gave up a whole life.”

“I would have done more.”