He had to think he was Michael Wayland’s son, or the Lightwoods would not have protected him as they did. It was Michael they owed a debt to, not me. It was on Michael’s account that they loved him, not mine. ” “Maybe they loved him on his own account,” said Clary.
Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.
And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.
All Lightwoods look the same to me—
You are the Lightwoods — you are all that is left of the Lightwoods.