"Clary," Jace started to get to his feet, his eyes on her. She could see the circles beneath them, the strain he was under. "I-"
"Sit down," said Valentine. "Let her come to it on her own, Jonathan."
Jace subsided instantly, sinking back into the chair. Through the dizziness of vertigo, Clary groped for understanding, Jonathan? "I thought your name was Jace," she said. "Did you lie about that, too?"
"No. Jace is a nickname.:
She was very near to the precipice now, so close she could almost look down. "For what?"
He looked at her as if she couldn't understand why she was making so much of something so small. "It's my initials," he said. "J.C."
The precipice opened before her. She could see the long fall into darkness. "Jonathan," she said faintly. "Jonathan Christopher."
Jace's eyebrows drew together. "How did you-"
Valentine cut in. His voice was soothing. "Jace, I had thought to spare you. I thought a story of a mother who died would hurt you less than the story of a mother who abandoned you before your first birthday."
Jace's slim fingers tightened convulsively around the glass's stem. Clary thought for a moment that it might shatter. "My mother is alive?"
"She is," said Valentine. "Alive, and asleep in one of the downstairs rooms at this very moment. Yes," he said, cutting off Jace before he could speak, "Jocelyn is your mother, Jonathan. And Clary- Clary is your sister."
I stared at the book in my hands. "What?" I said aloud. "Seriously? He's her brother? THEY MADE OUT!" Angerly, I flipped a few chapters back, making sure that it was Jace and Clary making out, not Simon and Clary. Sure enough there they were, kissing and having a grand old time. "DUDE!" I yell at no one, my room empty and it being 11:48 at night. I look at the cover; a hot, tattooed, male torso with bits of blonde hair curling at the shoulders, clearly an artist's interpretation of Jace. "No..." I whisper... "No... That's not fair... Valentine better be lying... no... no..." I slide the book open where I was before, finishing the book a few hours later.
"He wasn't lying..." I mutter, dropping City of Bones off of my bed. "Dude!" I jump up and run to my desk, yanking the next book off and flip to the back.
Clary Fray just wishes that her life would go back to normal. But what's normal when you're a demon-slaying Shadowhunter, your mother is in a magically induced coma, and you can suddenly see Downworlders like werewolves, vampires, and faeries? Clary would love to spend more time with her best friend, Simon. But the Shadowhunters won't let her go- especially her handsome, infuriating newfound brother, Jace...
"Damn..." I growl under my breath... why do they have to be related? They were perfect together! "Please make this a lie of Valentine later in the series, Cassandra Clare..." I whimper at the book in my hands. "Welp, here's hoping." I say as I start reading the next book, City of Ashes.
A/N:: I got the text from page 440, chapter Valentine. I don't own any of Cassandra Clare's books, which all rule by the way. This was my real reaction. I was so mad... I mean, I liked Simon... but Jace was so much more... MORE. I don't know.. Clary and Jace seemed perfect together... I have only got to the second chapter of City of Ashes, so please, in any review, don't spoil it for me. I have every possible piece of me crossed, hoping that Valentine was lying. Review please, it's nice to hear other reader's thoughts on this little excerpt. .