“So this is the famous Clary.” His smile lit up his face, and Clary felt her breath catch. For
years she’d drawn her own ongoing graphic story—the tale of a king’s son who was under a curse that meant that everyone he loved would die. She’d put everything she had into dreaming up her dark, romantic, shadowy prince, and here he was, standing in front of her—the same pale skin, the same tumbling hair, and eyes so dark, the pupils seemed to meld with the iris. The same high cheekbones and deep-set, shadowed eyes fringed with long lashes. She knew she’d never set eyes on this boy before, and yet …
City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 5: A Problem With Memory
Again, Cassandra Clare save your incest kink for Literotica and keep out of books that are targeted towards kids. I don’t believe in censorship, and I don’t believe in kink shaming. If Clare had written this as an adult romance novel I would be okay with it. It’s adults and most adults don’t internalize this as okay in real life. However, Clare is writing this for children and they internalize and or influenced by everything. They are literally little sponges.
Seriously, this wasn’t even necessary and Clare fucking knew way before this point that Sebastian was Clary’s real brother. She knew what this would look like in hindsight, especially after writing incest for the last two books. Yet, Clare can’t still stop herself, she had to literally write Clary checking out her own brother. *shakes my head* She never changes.