Nano progress, nano end!

Clary looks down at the ground, redder than ever, eyes downcast, and Isabelle sighs.

“I’ll keep training you, you know. We all will, because Valentine and his goons might not leave you a choice about being a Shadowhunter or not. But if you think I’m going to let you throw your only way out to the wind, you’d better think again.”

“I kind of hate you right now,” Clary sighs, voice cracking, but Isabelle just snorts, engulfs her in a one-armed hug and says:

“Don’t worry. You’ll thank me soon enough.”

And with those last words, the first draft of the TMI rewrite stands completed at 99 567 words.