“When his land burned, when his home was destroyed, it was assumed that he had burned himself and the Cup to ashes rather than relinquish either to the Clave. His bones were found in the ashes, along with the bones of his wife.”
″‘I thought you were asking about children of mine,‘Luke interrupted smoothly. ‘Yes Jocelyn had a daughter. Clarissa. I assume she’s run off. Did Valentine send you to find her?”
″‘That whole business about Clary’s mother being married to Valentine,‘said Isabelle. [...] ‘So now he’s back from the dead and he’s come looking for her. Maybe he wants to get back together.‘”
″‘When you told me the first time that Valentine was your father, I didn’t believe it,’ she said. ‘Not just because I didn’t want it to be true, but because you weren’t anything like him. But you are. You are.‘”
“The smoke rose in a lazy spiral, tracing delicate lines of black across the clear air. Jace, alone on the hill overlooking the cemetery, sat with his elbows on his knees and watched the smoke drift heavenward. The irony wasn’t lost on him: These were his father’s remains, after all.”