DRACO VERITAS | CITY OF BONES
When Draco was six years old, his father had given him a bird to carry his mail. The other children Draco knew had friendly owls, or the occasional bluebird, but Draco’s father gave him a falcon, with bright black eyes and a beak that curved like the mark on a Sickle.
“Once there was a boy,” said Jace. Clary interrupted immediately. “A Shadowhunter boy?” “Of course.” For a moment a bleak amusement colored his voice. Then it was gone. “When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a falcon to train. Falcons are raptors—killing birds, his father told him, the Shadowhunters of the sky.
The falcon did not like Draco, and Draco didn’t like it either.
The falcon didn’t like the boy, and the boy didn’t like it, either.
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I started reading City of Bones today [don’t know what took me so long].
‘The falcon did not like Draco, and Draco didn’t like it either’ - I didn’t even realize that this sentence was etched into my memory, but as soon as Jace started telling his bedtime story, I got overwhelmed with emotions.
I love The Draco Trilogy so much and it has been such a big part of my growing up. I remember obsessively waiting for the updates and sneakily reading new chapters during classes, . Cassie’s Draco, Harry, Hermione and Ron are just as real to me as J.K. Rowling’s - it’s like there are two HP universes in my head and both are equally legitimate.
