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THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS
City of Bones
City of Ashes
City of Glass
City of Fallen An9els
City of Lost Souls
City of Heavenly Fire
THE INFERNAL DEVICES
Clockwork An9el
Clockwork Prince
Clockwork Princess
The Shadowhunter's Codex With Joshua Lewis
The Bane Chronicles With Sarah Rees Brennan
and Maureen Johnson
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THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS
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ass CASSANDRA CLARE
Margaret K. McElderry Books N E W Y O R K L O N D O N T O R O N T O S Y D N E Y N E W D E L H I
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Clare, Cassandra.
City of Glass f Cassandra Clare.�1st ed.
p. cm.�(The mortal instruments; bk. 3)
Summary: Still pursuing a cure for her mother's enchantment, Clary uses all her powers
and ingenuity to get into Idris, the forbidden country of the secretive Shadowhunters, and
to its capital, the City of Glass, where with the help of a newfound friend, Sebastian,
she uncovers important truths about her family's past that will help save not only
her mother but all those that she holds most dear.
ISBN 978-1-4169-1430-3 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-4391-5842-5 (eBook)
[1. Supernatural-Fiction. 2. Demonology-Fiction. 3· Magic-Fiction.
4· Vampires-Fiction. 5. New York (N.Y.)-Fiction.J I. Title.
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ISBN 978-1-4814-5598-s (repackaged pbk)
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Foreword
All the stories are true.
That's whatJace Wayland tells Clary Fray at the end of the first
book of the Shadowhunters chronicles, City of Bones.
Jace means, of course, more than one thing by this. He means
that everything she'd always been told didn't exist-vampires,
werewolves, faeries, ghosts, and monsters of all shape, size, and
intention-did exist after all and that, in fact, the world is full
of them. He means that the stories we believe in our hearts
stories in which we are the heroes, stories in which there are
good people who rise up to defeat the evil, stories in which there
is always hope-are also true. Clary ends City of Bones feeling
a true sense of wonder as she flies over New York City, seeing
revealed below all the magic and enchantment that had been
previously hidden from her.
All the stories are true.
When I set out to write City of Bones, I was in love with stories
about vampires and faeries and warlocks, but I was also in love
with the mythological tales of angels and demons. I was fascinated
by Paradise Lost and Dante's Inferno and Mike Carey's Lucifer. I was
fascinated with the way that human beings had grappled with
the ideas of absolute evil and absolute good tempered with love
and free will. I wanted to create a world that was rich in folk
lore, the tales people tell each other about things that go bump
and bite in the night, but which also incorporated the existence
of figures of myth-angels so powerful that one look at them
would blind you. Demons so evil that their blood could change
the nature of your soul from good to evil. I wanted to make
real that which is so shrouded in myth and history that it has
become symbolic: when Valentine frees Jace from his prison in
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the Silent City, he carries with him a sword and explains, "This
is the blade with which the Angel drove Adam and Eve out of the
garden. And he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubim, and
a flaming sword which turned every way." Later, Simon comes into
possession of the sword of the Archangel Michael. The idea that
these objects of immense power and history were real things our
heroes could touch and use delighted me.
The existence of angels and demons in the world of
Shadowhunters is the ur-myth from which every other aspect of
the stories is derived. Shadowhunters were created from the blood
of angels. Faeries are part angel, part demon. Warlocks are the
offspring of humans and demons. Werewolves and vampires are
humans who bear demon diseases. I wanted to create a universe
where myth and folklore dovetailed, where every story of magic
could be explained.
All the stories are true.
The idea of Shadowhunters came to me in part from the sto
ries ofNephilim in the Bible. The offspring of humans and angels,
they were enormous monsters who laid waste to the earth. As
writers often do, I adapted what seemed compelling to me from
the myth-angels having children, when that is such a human
thing to do! (Of course the Shadowhunters are only created from
angel blood, but Raziel still seems to have a fatherly interest in
them.) The idea of being part angel, partly a symbol of goodness,
and yet being beset by all the weaknesses inherent to humanity:
frailty, cruelty, greed, selfishness, despair. It seemed a way to take
an ancient story and ring a twist on it that would allow any reader
to imagine what it might mean to be part divine, to have immense
power-and as Spider-Man likes to remind us, the immense
responsibility that goes with it.
All the stories are true.
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Of course, what }ace means ultimately is that stories are how
we make sense of the world. The Mortal Instruments is the story of
Clary above everything else: the story of a girl who starts out ordi
nary and becomes a hero. A girl who first is blind to the magic in
the world all around her, but comes not just to see it, but to be able
to master and control it. Clary is an artist and a shaper of runes,
the magical language of angels, and in using that language she
shapes her own story and her own destiny. Clary and her friends
are heroes who make their stories true-as, in the end, do we all.
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Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light.
-John Milton, Paradise Lost
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Part One
Sparks Fly Upward
Man is born to trouble
as the sparks fly upward.
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l TH E P O RTAL
The cold snap of the previous week was aver; the sun was
shining brightly as Clary hurried across Luke's dusty front
yard, the hood of her jacket up to keep her hair from blowing
across her face. The weather might have warmed up, but the
wind off the East River could still be brutal. It carried with it a
faint chemical smell, mixed with the Brooklyn smell of asphalt,
gasoline, and burned sugar from the abandoned factory down
the street.
Simon was waiting for her on the front porch, sprawled in
a broken-springed armchair. He had his DS balanced on his
blue-jeaned knees and was poking away at it industriously with
the stylus. "Score," he said as she came up the steps. "I'm kick
ing butt at Mario Kart."
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City of G l a s s
Clary pushed her hood back, shaking hair out of her eyes,
and rummaged in her pocket for her keys. "Where have you
been? I've been calling you all morning."
Simon got to his feet, shoving the blinking rectangle into
his messenger bag. "I was at Eric's. Band practice."
Clary stopped jiggling the key in the lock-it always stuck
long enough to frown at him. "Band practice? You mean you're
still-"
"In the band? Why wouldn't I be?" He reached around her.
"Here, let me do it."
Clary stood still while Simon expertly twisted the key with
just the right amount of pressure, making the stubborn old
lock spring open. His hand brushed hers; his skin was cool, the
temperature of the air outside. She shivered a little. They'd only
called off their attempt at a romantic relationship last week,
and she still felt confused whenever she saw him.
"Thanks." She took the key back without looking at him.
It was hot in the living room. Clary hung her jacket up on
the peg inside the front hall and headed to the spare bedroom,
Simon trailing in her wake. She frowned. Her suitcase was
open like a clamshell on the bed, her clothes and sketchbooks
strewn everywhere.
"I thought you were just going to be in Idris a couple of
days," Simon said, taking in the mess with a look of faint
dismay.
"I am, but I can't figure out what to pack. I hardly own any
dresses or skirts, but what if I can't wear pants there?"
"Why wouldn't you be able to wear pants there? It's another
country, not another century."
"But the Shadowhunters are so old-fashioned, and Isabelle
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always wears dresses-" Clary broke off and sighed. "It's noth
ing. I'm just projecting all my anxiety about my mom onto my
wardrobe. Let's talk about something else. How was practice?
Still no band name?"
"It was fine." Simon hopped onto the desk, legs dangling
over the side. "We're considering a new motto. Something
ironic, like 'We've seen a million faces and rocked about eighty
percent of them."'
"Have you told Eric and the rest of them that-"
"That I'm a vampire? No. It isn't the sort of thing you just
drop into casual conversation."
"Maybe not, but they're your friends. They should know.
And besides, they'll just think it makes you more of a rock god,
like that vampire Lester."
"Lestat," Simon said. "That would be the vampire Lestat.
And he's fictional. Anyway, I don't see you running to tell all
your friends that you're a Shadowhunter."
"What friends? You're my friend." She threw herself down
onto the bed and looked up at Simon. "And I told you, didn't I?"
"Because you had no choice." Simon put his head to the
side , studying her; the bedside light reflected off his eyes, turn
ing them silver. "I'll miss you while you're gone."
"I'll miss you, too," Clary said, although her skin was prick
ling all over with a nervous anticipation that made it hard to
concentrate. I'm going to Idris ! her mind sang. I'll see the Shadow
hunter home country, the City of Glass. I'll save my mother.
And I'll be withjace.
Simon's eyes flashed as if he could hear her thoughts, but his
voice was soft. ''Tell me again-why do you have to go to Idris?
Why can't Madeleine and Luke take care of this without you?"
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"My mom got the spell that put her in this state from a
warlock-Ragnor Fell. Madeleine says we need to track him
down if we want to know how to reverse the spell. But he doesn't
know Madeleine. He knew my mom, and Madeleine thinks
he'll trust me because I look so much like her. And Luke can't
come with me. He could come to Idris, but apparently he can't
get into Alicante without permission from the Clave, and they
won't give it. And don't say anything about it to him, please
he's really not happy about not going with me. If he hadn't
known Madeleine before, I don't think he'd let me go at all."
"But the Lightwoods will be there too. And Jace. They'll be
helping you. I mean, J ace did say he'd help you, didn't he? He
doesn't mind you coming along?"
"Sure, he'll help me," Clary said. "And of course he doesn't
mind. He's fine with it."
But that, she knew, was a lie.
Clary had gone straight to the Institute after she'd talked to
Madeleine at the hospital. Jace had been the first one she'd told
her mother's secret to, before even Luke. And he'd stood there
and stared at her, getting paler and paler as she spoke, as if she
weren't so much telling him how she could save her mother as
draining the blood out of him with cruel slowness.
"You're not going," he said as soon as she'd finished. "If
I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of
yours passes, you are not going to Idris ."
Clary felt as if he'd slapped her. She had thought he'd be
pleased. She'd run all the way from the hospital to the Institute
to tell him, and here he was standing in the entryway glaring at
her with a look of grim death. "But you're going."
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"Yes, we're going. We have to go. The Clave's called every
active Clave member who can be spared back to Idris for a mas
sive Council meeting. They're going to vote on what to do about
Valentine, and since we're the last people who've seen him-"
Clary brushed this aside. "So if you're going, why can't I go
with you?"
The straightforwardness of the question seemed to make
him even angrier. "Because it isn't safe for you there."
"Oh, and it's so safe here? I've nearly been killed a dozen
times in the past month, and every time it's been right here in
New York."
"That's because Valentine's been concentrating on the two
Mortal Instruments that were here." Jace spoke through grit
ted teeth. "He's going to shift his focus to Idris now, we all
know it-"
"We're hardly as certain of anything as all that," said
Maryse Lightwood. She had been standing in the shadow of
the corridor doorway, unseen by either of them; she moved
forward now, into the harsh entryway lights. They illumi
nated the lines of exhaustion that seemed to draw her face
down. Her husband, Robert Lightwood, had been injured by
demon poison during the battle last week and had needed
constant nursing since; Clary could only imagine how tired
she must be. "And the Clave wants to meet Clarissa. You
know that , Jace ."
"The Clave can screw itself."
"Jace," Maryse said, sounding genuinely parental for a
change. "Language."
"The Clave wants a lot of things," Jace amended. "It shouldn't
necessarily get them all."
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Maryse shot him a look, as if she knew exactly what he
was talking about and didn't appreciate it. "The Clave is often
right, Jace. It's not unreasonable for them to want to talk to
Clary, after what she's been through. What she could tell
them-"
"I'll tell them whatever they want to know," Jace said.
Maryse sighed and turned her blue eyes on Clary. "So you
want to go to Idris, I take it?"
"Just for a few days. I won't be any trouble," Clary said, gaz
ing entreatingly pastJace's white-hot glare at Maryse. "I swear."
"The question isn't whether you'll be any trouble; the ques
tion is whether you'll be willing to meet with the Clave while
you're there. They want to talk to you. If you say no, I doubt we
can get the authorization to bring you with us."
"No-," Jace began.
"I'll meet with the Clave," Clary interrupted, though the
thought sent a ripple of cold down her spine. The only emissary
of the Clave she'd known so far was the Inquisitor, who hadn't
exactly been pleasant to be around.
Maryse rubbed at her temples with her fingertips . "Then
it's settled." She didn't sound settled, though; she sounded
as tense and fragile as an overtightened violin string. "Jace,
show Clary out and then come see me in the library. I need
to talk to you."
She disappeared back into the shadows without even a
word of farewell. Clary stared after her, feeling as if she'd just
been drenched with ice water. Alec and Isabelle seemed genu
inely fond of their mother, and she was sure Maryse wasn't a
bad person, really, but she wasn't exactly warm .
]ace's mouth was a hard line. "Now look what you've done."
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