“Turn around, Simon.” Now the voice, faintly familiar, held a note of irritability. “And
come to the window.” Simon knew immediately who it was and looked through the barred window to see Jace kneeling on the grass outside, a witchlight stone in his hand.
He was looking at Simon with a strained scowl. “What, did you think you were having a
“Maybe I still am.” […]
“I got the wrong window at ɹrst. Gave your friend in the next cell something of a
shock. Attractive fellow, what with the beard and the rags. Kind of reminds me of the street folk back home.” […]
“You’re not happy to see me, then?” Jace said. “I have to say, I’m surprised. I’ve always
been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells.”
“You knew what would happen, didn’t you? ‘They’ll send you right back to New York,’
you said. No problem. But they never had any intention of doing that.” […]
City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 7: Where Angels Fear to Tread
I personally love good snark! I can sit there and watch two characters snark at each other for hours like how most people watch a good tennis match. However, the way Cassandra Clare has written it here is not the way to do it.
You have snark and humour, but you just don’t sit down and do nothing in a scene. For example, if you have the villain and the hero in an action scene snarking at each other they can’t just stand there and do that all day long. They have to be doing something along with the snark or it’s just a waste of a good scene.
Jace is supposed to be helping Simon escape and he just snarking. There are no stakes here because it’s obvious that there is no one standing guard around the perimeter of the dungeon. Jace is not at all worried that the guards will find them there, he is just sitting there snarking. He’s not even worried that the other prisoners might give Jace up.
Honestly, there is no urgency, no panic, no tension what so ever and it’s killing what was supposed to be an emotional scene between Jace and Simon.