City of Heavenly Fire: snippet
His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass.
He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you.
Somewhere in the back of Clary’s mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn’t know why. He’s your brother. He’s your brother, and he’s always taken care of you.
City of Heavenly Fire snippet SPOILERS
A moment later, Helen had returned; she was walking slowly now, and carefully, her hand on the back of a thin boy with a mop of wavy brown hair. He couldn’t have been older than twelve, and Clary recognized him immediately. Helen, her hand firmly clamped around the wrist of a younger boy whose hands were covered with blue wax. He must have been playing with the tapers in the huge candelabras that decorated the sides of the nave. He looked about twelve, with an impish grin and the same wavy, bitter-chocolate hair as his sister.
Jules, Helen had called him. Her little brother.
The impish grin was gone now. He looked tired and dirty and frightened. Skinny wrists stuck out of the cuffs of a white mourning jacket whose sleeves were too short for him. In his arms he was carrying a little boy, probably not more than two years old, with the same wavy brown hair that he had; it seemed to be a family trait. The rest of his family wore the same borrowed mourning clothes: following Julian was a brunette girl about ten, her hand firmly clasped in the hold of a boy the same age: the boy had a sheet of tangled black hair that nearly obscured his face. Fraternal twins, Clary guessed. After them came a girl who might have been eight or nine, her face round and very pale between brown braids.
The misery on their faces cut ay Clary’s heart. She thought of her power with runes, wishing that she could create one that would soften the blow of loss. Mourning runes existed, but only to honor the dead, in the same way that love runes existed, like wedding rings, to symbolize the bond of love. You couldn’t make someone love you with a rune, and you couldn’t assuage grief with it, either. So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart.
“Julian Blackthorn,” said Jia Penhallow, and her voice was gentle. “Step forward, please.”
Julian swallowed and handed the little boy he was holding over to his sister. He stepped forward, his eyes darting around the room. He was clearly scouring the crowd for someone. His shoulders had just begun to slump when another figure darted out onto the stage. A girl, also about twelve, with a tangle of blond hair that hung down around her shoulders: she wore jeans and a t-shirt that didn’t quite fit, and her head was down, as if she couldn’t bear so many people looking at her. It was clear that she didn’t want to be there — on the stage or perhaps even in Idris — but the moment he saw her, Julian seemed to relax. The terrified look vanished from his expression as she moved to stand next to him, her face ducked down and away from the crowd.
“Julian,” said Jia, in the same gentle voice, “would you do something for us? Would you take up the Mortal Sword?”
How every Mortal Instruments book goes down
- Jace: Clary dont do the thing
- Jocelyn: Clary dont do the thing
- Simon: Clary dont do the thing
- Isabelle: Clary dont do the thing
- Alec: Clary dont do the thing
- Magnus: Clary dont do the thing
- Max: Clary dont do the thing
- Maryse: Clary dont do the thing
- Robert: Clary dont do the thing
- Luke: Clary dont do the thing
- Maia: Clary dont do the thing
- Valentine: Clary dont do the thing
- Lillith: Clary dont do the thing
- Seelie Queen: Clary cont do the thing
- Hodge: Clary dont do the thing
- Raphael: Clary dont do the thing
- Camille: Clary dont do the thing
- Tessa Gray: Clary dont do the thing
- Will Herondale: Clary dont do the thing
- Jem Carstairs: Clary dont do the thing
- Caesar Flickerman: Clary dont do the thing
- Han Solo: Clary dont do the thing
- Davesprite: Clary dont do the thing
- Clary: Does the thing
My brother thinks that the TMI fandom isn’t big enough to warrant a midnight premiere for City of Bones and naturally, I disagree. (C’mon brother, have a little faith.) But anyway, if you are in the TMI fandom, would you mind reblogging this to show him that we are in fact large and strong and awesome and worth a midnight premiere?
