Clary tried to hide her annoyance. “No,” she said. “I’m going to be a Shadowhunter, but I’m not going to be like my father. And my name’s Clarissa, but you can call me Clary.”
The elevator came to a stop; the doors slid open. The warlock woman’s blue eyes rested on Clary for a moment. “Oh, I know your name,” she said. “Clarissa Morgenstern. Little girl who stopped a big war.

“I’m a Shadowhunter,” Alec said. “Magnus, this is what I do. It’s not about you. Next time fall in love with an insurance adjuster or—”

“Alexander,” said Magnus. “There isn’t going to be a next time.” He leaned his forehead against Alec’s, gold-green eyes staring into blue.


Have the two of you slept together yet?“

Clary felt the blood rush into her face. "What- I mean, no, we haven’t, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“It doesn’t,” said Isabelle, patting her knotted hair into place. “That was just prurient curiosity. What’s holding you back?”

“Isabelle-” Clary pulled up her legs, wrapped her arms around her knees, and sighed.“Nothing. We were just taking our time. I’ve never- you know..”

“Jace has,” said Isaballe.“I mean, I assume he has. I don’t know for sure. But if you ever need anything…” she let the sentence hang in the air.

“Need anything?”

“Protection. You know, so you can be careful,” Isabelle said. She sounded as practical and if she were talking about extra buttons. “You’d think the angel would have foresighted enough to give us birth-control rune, but no dice”

“Of course I’d be careful,” Clary spluttered, feeling her cheeks turn red. “Enough. this is awkward

—  Isabelle and Clary talking about Clary’s sex life in City of Fallen Angels