You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as cactus," Catarina said, her voice flat. "Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy.
Cassandra ClareHis eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass. He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you. Somewhere in the back of Claryโs mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didnโt know why. Heโs your brother. Heโs your brother, and heโs always taken care of you.
Cassandra Clare