“Are you suggesting that she didn’t kill that demon after all?” “Of course she didn’t. Look at her—she’s a mundie, Hodge, and a little kid, at that. There’s no way she took on a Ravener.” “I’m not a little kid,” Clary interrupted. “I’m sixteen years old—well, I will be on Sunday.” “The same age as Isabelle,” Hodge said. “Would you call her a child?”
