She squeezed her eyelids shut and, against the darkness behind them, began to draw with
her mind in curving lines of light. Lines that spoke to her of doorways, of being carried on
whirling air, of travel and faraway places. The lines came together in a rune as graceful as
a bird in light. She didn’t know if it was a rune that had existed before or one she had
invented, but it existed now as if it always had.
She began to draw, the marks leaping out from the stele’s tip in charcoaled black lines.
The stone sizzled, lling her nose with the acidic smell of burning. Hot blue light grew
against her closed eyelids. She felt heat on her face, as if she stood in front of a re. With a
gasp she lowered her hand, opening her eyes.
The rune she had drawn was a dark tower blossoming on the stone wall. As she watched,
the lines of it seemed to melt and change, owing gently down, unfurling, reshaping
themselves. Within moments the shape of the rune had changed. It was now the outline of a
glowing doorway, several feet taller than Clary herself.
She couldn’t tear her eyes from the doorway. It shone with the same dark light as the
Portal behind the curtain at Madame Dorothea’s. She reached out for it—
And recoiled. To use a Portal, she remembered with a sinking feeling, you had to imagine
where you wanted to go, where you wanted the Portal to take you. But she had never been
to Idris. It had been described to her, of course. A place of green valleys, of dark woods and
bright water, of lakes and mountains, and Alicante, the city of glass towers. She could
imagine what it might look like, but imagination wasn’t enough, not with this magic. If
She took a sudden sharp breath. But she had seen Idris. She’d seen it in a dream, and she
knew, without knowing how she knew, that it had been a true dream. After all, what had
Jace said to her in the dream about Simon? That he couldn’t stay because This place is for the
living? And not long after that, Simon had died….
She cast her memory back to the dream. She had been dancing in a ballroom in Alicante.
The walls had been gold and white, with a clear, diamondlike roof overhead. There had
been a fountain—a silver dish with a mermaid statue at the center—and lights strung in the
trees outside the windows, and Clary had been wearing green velvet, just as she was now.
— City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Chapter 2: The Demon Towers of Alicante
What the actual fuck? Seriously, WHAT.THE.ACTUAL.FUCK???!!! No, this is some old bullshit and I’m going to tell you point by point why. First of all, Clary out of nowhere can create portals? Since when? Um, yes she has demon blood, and logically a demon could have created the same portal. However, I have yet to see that in fucking canon. We are currently three books into the original trilogy and have yet to see a Demon actually create a portal. Oh, I have seen Valentine use a portal, but not an actual demon. So far, when it comes to demons and Downworlders, by Cassandra Clare’s own fucking canon only Warlocks got the ability to create portals.
Again, this is why ostensibly, The Lightwoods had Magnus Bane at the Institue anyway. It was surely not because they got over their own prejudice and decided to invite him to tea.
My next problem with this goddamn farce was this once again completely blows that bullshit Jace and Alec (by proxy Clare) tried to peddle in ‘City of Bones’. I clearly remember Jace and Alec protesting loudly that runes are not magic, but this? This completely contradicts that, because portals are created with magic and guess what Clary just created out of the fucking blue.
So inclusion: This is some ole bullshit and the biggest mary sue asspull I have seen to date. I would say that I am surprised, but since this is Cassandra Clare I far from it.