I told you last chapter that in thanks for the nice testimonial Stephanie Meyer gave for City of Bones, Casandra Clare decided to rip off bits of her book series, The Twilight Saga. One of the most egregious examples of Clare doing that was her having a symbolic dream of symbology, about Joceyeln.
However, to further piss me the hell off, Clare decided to give us this dream. Which has accomplished two things: 1) Clary, and by proxy Clare herself, can wank over her two love interests. 2) To further, shove down the false rhetoric that Clary has to choose between Simon, and Jace when we already know that Clary will end up with Jace in the end. 3) To clumsily foreshadow that Simon will be turned into a vampire.
So yeah, this is lazy as hell, but it’s not only lazy. This is basically ripped straight out of Twilight. Don’t believe me? Read this!
I opened my eyes to a familiar place. Aware in some corner of my consciousness that I was dreaming, I recognized the green light of the forest. I could hear the waves crashing against the rocks somewhere nearby. And I knew that if I found the ocean, I’d be able to see the sun. I was trying to follow the sound, but then Jacob Black was there, tugging on my hand, pulling me back toward the blackest part of the forest.
“Jacob? What’s wrong?” I asked. His face was frightened as he yanked with all his strength against my resistance; I didn’t want to go into the dark.
“Run, Bella, you have to run!” he whispered, terrified.
“This way, Bella!” I recognized Mike’s voice calling out of the gloomy heart of the trees, but I couldn’t see him.
“Why?” I asked, still pulling against Jacob’s grasp, desperate now to find the sun. But Jacob let go of my hand and yelped, suddenly shaking, falling to the dim forest floor. He twitched on the ground as I watched in horror.
“Jacob!” I screamed. But he was gone. In his place was a large red-brown wolf with black eyes. The wolf faced away from me, pointing toward the shore, the hair on the back of his shoulders bristling, low growls issuing from between his exposed fangs.
“Bella, run!” Mike cried out again from behind me. But I didn’t turn. I was watching a light coming toward me from the beach.
And then Edward stepped out from the trees, his skin faintly glowing, his eyes black and dangerous. He held up one hand and beckoned me to come to him. The wolf growled at my feet.
I took a step forward, toward Edward. He smiled then, and his teeth were sharp, pointed.
“Trust me,” he purred.
I took another step.
The wolf launched himself across the space between me and the vampire, fangs aiming for the jugular.
“No!” I screamed, wrenching upright out of my bed.
— Twilight by Stephanie Meyer
First of all, thanks to das_mervin for her quote. If you want to read how she handled this, please read her sporking of the passage here. So yeah, once again this shows that Clare is not only lazy she also doesn’t have an original bone in her body,