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A scene meant to take place in Cassandra Clare’s “City of Glass”, between Chapters 14 and 15.

“will there be a jace and clary shadowhunter tarot? just the two of them? :) — jacefrayed”

Well, I can’t always say “ask and ye shall receive” because some cards from CJ’s Shadowhunter Tarot don’t exist. This one does, though! Clary and Jace in the scene from City of Glass where they sleep in the same bed but don’t touch except for their hands. The Eight of Wands/Steles, which can mean headlong progression. I liked it because I felt like this was the moment in which they fell in love, that there was no going back from.

Thought some people might have been waiting for this one. :) Magnus and Alec take the Fearless rune in the Suit of Runes in the Shadowhunter Tarot. After all, it was first tested out on Alec!

The third of the four installments of special content. This is a short piece about how Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern became Sebastian Verlac in City of Glass.

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Shadowhunters Runes 

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Aw! Alec is up for the YA Crush Tourney. It would be nice to see a gay character advance into the later rounds!

So, as always, vote for Alec if you’re feelin’ it. You can vote here. 

Either way, in honor of his candidacy, I’m posting the scene from the original draft of City of Glass in which Jace kisses Alec to get him to come to his senses about Magnus. It wound up being rewritten as it was kind of silly, but I do enjoy Jace’s relentless practicality about everything and as always, Alec and Jace’s friendship.

“Drop it, Jace,” Alec said in a warning tone.

Jace was having none of being warned. “Magnus says it’s because you’re hung up on me. Is that true?”

There was a moment of utter silence. Then Alec gave a despairing howl of horror and put his hands up to cover his face. “I am going to kill Magnus. Kill him dead.”

“Don’t. He cares about you. He really does. I believe that,” Jace said, managing to sound only a little bit awkward. “Look. I don’t want to push you into anything, but do you maybe want to —”

“Call Magnus? Look, that’s a dead end, I know you’re trying to be helpful, but —”

“—kiss me?” Jace finished.

Alec looked as if he were about to fall off his chair. “WHAT? What? What?”

“One what would do.” Jace did his best to look as if this were the sort of suggestion one made all the time. “I think it might help.”

Alec looked at him with something like horror. “You don’t mean that.”

“Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“Because you’re the straightest person I know. Possibly the straightest person in the world.”

“Exactly,” Jace said, and leaned forward, and kissed Alec on the mouth.

The kiss lasted approximately four seconds before Alec pulled forcefully away, throwing his hands up as if to ward Jace off from coming at him again. He looked as if he were about to throw up. “By the Angel,” he said. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“Oh yeah?” Jace grinned, and almost meant it. “That bad?”

“Like kissing my brother,” said Alec, with a look of horror in his eyes.

“I thought you might feel that way.” Jace crossed his arms over his chest. “Also, I’m hoping we can just gloss over all the irony here in what you just said.”

“We can gloss over whatever you want to,” Alec said fervently. “Just don’t kiss me again.”

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The first round of YA Sisterhood’s 2nd annual YA Crush Tourney continues today (Monday, July 16) with our Alec Lightwood, the No. 15 seed, going up against No. 18 seed Noah from the Mara Dyer series.

Time for Shadowhunters, Downworlders and Mundanes to unite and get Alec into the Superior…

There were figures racing down the beach toward them, their shadows made ungainly and long by the still-shining glow of the witchlight torches. Clary was glad for the torches now, glad if the glow made her and Jace easier to find. She recognized the running figures as they drew closer — her mother and Luke, and behind them Alec, and Isabelle. Her heart swelled hugely at the sight of them, as if it would crack her ribs apart. She felt as if she were bursting with relief. It was Luke who reached them first, running along the sand as lightly as if he were still in wolf form. He saw Clary and Jace first and his face lit — and then his gaze went past them, and he saw Valentine, and his face changed. Jocelyn was just behind him, and as she neared, Jace let go of Clary. She stood up, brushing sand from her clothes, just as her mother reached her and swept her into a hug. After her came Alec and Isabelle, full of exclamations and relief and — joy. They surrounded a shell-shocked-looking Jace, hugging him and shouting in his ears. Only Luke was silent. Clary, her hand in her mother’s, turned to watch him. He had approached Valentine’s body and was looking down at it, his face a study in conflicting emotions — there was relief there, but also regret and even sorrow. In death, Valentine’s face had lost its hardness and for the first time Clary saw what her mother had once been drawn to about him, saw how he might have seemed gentle and even kind. As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn’t be sad — or even grieved? But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine. Luke knelt where he was for a long moment. At last he reached out and with a gentle hand, closed Valentine’s eyes. “Ave atque vale, Shadowhunter,” he said.

― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass: Chapter 20 “Weighed In The Balance” Deleted Scene

“Very well,” he said.”If you will not listen to reason, you will have to listen to force. I have already showed you I can take down the wards around your city. I see that you’ve put them back up, but that’s of no consequence; I can easily do it again. You will either accede to my requirements or face every demon the Mortal Sword can summon. I will tell them not to spare a single one of you, not a man, woman, or child. Its your choice.”

A murmur swept around the room; Luke was staring. “You would deliberately destroy your own kind, Valentine?”

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Clary,

Despite everything, I can’t bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I’m leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do.

I’m writing this watching the sun come up. You’re asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I don’t want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I’m perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn’t stand that. -