Clary looked from Magnus’s regretful face to Luke’s wary one. “But I need to get to Idris,”
she said. “I need to help my mother. There must be some other way to get there, some way
that doesn’t involve a Portal.”
“The nearest airport is a country over,” Luke said. “If we could get across the border—and
that’s a big ‘if’—there would be a long and dangerous overland journey after that, through
all sorts of Downworlder territory. It could take us days to get there.”
Clary’s eyes were burning. I will not cry, she told herself. I will not.
“Clary.” Luke’s voice was gentle. “We’ll get in touch with the Lightwoods. We’ll make sure
they have all the information they need to get the antidote for Jocelyn. They can contact
But Clary was on her feet, shaking her head. “It has to be me,” she said. “Madeleine said
Fell wouldn’t talk to anyone else.”
“Fell? Ragnor Fell?” Magnus echoed. “I can try to get a message to him. Let him know to
Some of the worry cleared from Luke’s face. “Clary, do you hear that? With Magnus’s help
But Clary didn’t want to hear any more about Magnus’s help. She didn’t want to hear
anything. She had thought she was going to save her mother, and now there was going to
be nothing for her to do but sit by her mother’s bedside, hold her limp hand, and hope
someone else, somewhere else, would be able to do what she couldn’t.
She scrambled down the steps, pushing past Luke when he tried to reach out for her. “I
just need to be alone for a second.”
— City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 2: The Demon Towers of Alicante
*peaks from behind my desk and gives a slow jaunty wave* Um, Hi guys? I know I said that I would be back last week. However, a couple of things happened. First of all, I had a family emergency. Yes, everyone is fine but my family room was flooded and I was knee deep in water and junk for the rest of the week. I also had my internet shut off for the longest 16 hours of my life. Along with that, I have been dealing with a bout of heavy depression. The heaviest I had to deal with in almost a year. The Parkland Shooting in Florida really hit me hard. One of the youngest was a girl about a year older than my oldest kid, and several months before there was a shooting about an hour away from where I live. So my anxiety and depression got the best of me.
I really needed last week off guys, but I’m back to finish Part I of Chapter 2. And then, we will be back to our original schedule. So don’t you guys fret!
Also, I just realized that the quotes formatting is off. I don’t why I tried everything and I still have no idea how to fix it! I can’t go back to the panels, unfortunately, because I lost the original template and I don’t have enough hosting space for the images. I’m currently trying to use a small font size and I just hope it all turns out all right. Let me know okay?
Now, as for this passage, This is a continuation of where I left off. Honestly, this really shows what Clary is worried about and it’s sure as hell is not her fucking mother. Honestly, Clary is having a tantrum (I’m a parent to two toddlers I know what tantrums look like) because god forbid if she can’t have her own way. Clary wanted to go to Idris damn it and now she’s going her gen up some tears and stomp her foot until she gets her way.
Again, this just confirms that Clary only wanted to go to Idris because she just can’t stand being without Jace for a few days. I mean, Luke offered to contact The Clave and instead have Jace go to contact Ragnor Fell. Hell, finally Magnus decided to actually help and contact Ragnor Fell himself. And honestly, I think Ragnor Fell who (spoiler alert) was best buddies with Magnus for like hundreds of years would trust the word Magnus above even the ever sainted sue Clary Fray.
By the way, before I go, I want to just point out this obvious plot hole. The McGuffin is that Clary has to talk to Ragnor Fell to convince him to give the antidote the potion Jocyelen drank in the first book; thus wanking Clary’s mother from her coma. We had to go through all of this drama, and honestly, Magnus could have solved this with a simple letter or phone call.
And thus, this is a huge plot hole that Clare will no doubt lampshade, because like at I said at the very beginning of Chapter One, Cassandra Clare has stopped trying to disguise this “book” as anything more than her self-insert wank fantasy. So fuck having a decent cohesive plot, and fuck trying to fill plot holes. No, this is Clare’s world and we all just have to suck it up and read it