And Jace. Jace was one of them as much as if he shared their Lightwood blood. The Inquisitor hadn’t said his name, but Simon knew Jace would pay along with the rest of them. And whatever he... Read more

“With a story,” said Aldertree. “Great politicians weave tales to inspire their people.” “There’s nothing inspirational about blaming the Lightwoods for everything—” “Some must be sacrificed... Read more

“You see what?” “Look where you are, young Simon. Look all about you.” Simon glanced around—nothing had changed about the room, and it took a moment for him to realize what Aldertree meant.... Read more

The guards came back for Simon the next morning, shaking him awake out of an already fitful sleep plagued with strange dreams. This time they didn’t blindfold him as they led him back upstai... Read more

A few minutes later the towels were hanging over the bar at the foot of the bed and Clary was regarding herself in the mirror with surprise and not a little amusement. The gear it was tight... Read more

Clary drew out those clothes and spread them curiously across her lap. The first time she had seen Jace and Alec, they had been wearing their fighting gear: close-fitting tops and pants of t... Read more

“Is one of the Lightwoods. You can’t go over there. The moment they see you, they’ll tell the Clave you’re here. And then you won’t be the only one in trouble with the Law. Luke will be too.... Read more

Clary thought of the cold eyes of the Inquisitor, her narrow, hard stare, and tried to feel pity for her. “I think it made her crazy,” she said. “Really crazy. She was horrible to me— but mo... Read more

Amatis looked surprised. “You know his name?” “I do—Luke told me—but I thought his wife died. I thought that’s why the Inquisitor was so—” Horrible, she wanted to say, but it seemed cruel to... Read more