beyond believing

“I look like my mom,” she said in surprise.
Isabelle raised her eyebrows. “What? Too middle-aged? Maybe some more glitter—”
“No more glitter,” Clary said hastily. “No, it’s good. I like it.”

“When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me. We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground.”