An uneasy fliicker passed across Isabelle’s face. “Well … you mean, you don’t remember
what happened in the garden?” She tugged nervously at the crochet trim that bordered the
chair’s upholstery. “The Forsaken attacked us. There were a lot of them, and the hellmist
made it hard to ght them. Magnus opened up the Portal, and we were all running into it
when I saw you coming toward us. You tripped over—over Madeleine. And there was a
Forsaken just behind you; you must not have seen it, but Jace did. He tried to get to you,
but it was too late. The Forsaken stuck its knife into you. You bled—a lot. And Jace killed
the Forsaken and picked you up and dragged you through the Portal with him,” she
nished, speaking so rapidly that her words blurred together and Simon had to strain to
catch them. “And we were already on the other side, and let me tell you, everyone was
pretty surprised when Jace came through with you bleeding all over him. The Consul wasn’t
at all pleased.”
Simon’s mouth was dry. “The Forsaken stuck its knife into me?” It seemed impossible. But
then, he had healed before, after Valentine had cut his throat. Still, he at least ought to
remember. Shaking his head, he looked down at himself. “Where?” […]
your blood … again.”
Jace’s mouth twisted. “Like I’d let you.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket
and drew out a glass ask. It was half-full of a thin red-brown liquid. “I thought you might
need this,” he said. “I squeezed the juice out of a few pounds of raw meat in the kitchen. It
was the best I could do.”
Simon took the ask from Jace with hands that were shaking so badly that the other boy
had to unscrew the top for him. The liquid inside was foul—too thin and salty to be proper
blood, and with that faint unpleasant taste that Simon knew meant the meat had been a
few days old.
“Ugh,” he said, after a few swallows. “Dead blood.”
Jace’s eyebrows went up. “Isn’t all blood dead?”
“The longer the animal whose blood I’m drinking has been dead, the worse the blood
tastes,” Simon explained. “Fresh is better.”
“But you’ve never drunk fresh blood. Have you?”
Simon raised his own eyebrows in response.
“Well, aside from mine, of course,” Jace said. “And I’m sure my blood is fantastic.” […]
— City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 2: The Demon Towers of Alicante
A brief note before we began. There is going to be some overlap with the passages. The second passage was part of yesterday’s post. However, since it’s an overlap I’m going to use it again.
Now, with that out of the way, let’s talk about this utter bullshit right here. First of all, everyone continues to be so clueless about how Vampires work. If I encountered a vampire in real life, the first thing I would do is hit the Internet and then later the library. It’s basic strategy, “Know Your Enemy”. Yet, these warriors who are supposed to be protecting people like me don’t know anything.
Especially after they had someone in their sort of circle of friends be turned into a vampire. Again, why is everyone so fucking lazy and stupid?!
Now let’s move on to the second snippet. As I said yesterday, you will notice that there is no real urgency or panic in that entire snippet. Does this really feel like someone who is ravenous with hunger? No, this is the equivalent of someone casual considering if they want a snack or not.
Also? I’m super fed up how lackadaisical and downright lazy Simon’s “storyline” is. He is perfectly fine after his turning with only maybe one or two instances of the sort of vague bloodlust. As I said in my “City of Ashes” review: Simon’s storyline could have been very emotionally compelling and interesting, but Clare refuses to put her any of her attention to anything other than the Clary/Jace forbidden love story.