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Isabelle was pulling the pins out of her long dark hair, allowing it to shower down around her. She wore a stiff black traveling suit and her hair, black as Isabelle's, was drawn back into a thick rope that hung halfway down her back.

Her eyes, a glacial blue, swept over the three of them like a tracking searchlight. Jace stood where he was. There had been something in Maryse's eyes as her gaze had passed over him that froze him in place. Surely what he had said wasn't that bad? They joked about her obsession with the an- tique rugs all the time— "Where's Dad? Then Maryse said, "Max is in his room. And your father, unfortunately, is still in Alicante.

There was some business there that required his attention.

Isabelle picked up for him, smoothly: But it was nothing. She looked to Jace, who wished she hadn't. Maryse hadn't greeted him yet, hadn't said so much as hello, and she was still looking at him with eyes like blue daggers.

There was a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach that was be- ginning to spread. You're all back. Max was small for his age—he looked about sev- en—but he had a self-contained gravity that, combined with his oversize glasses, gave him the air of someone older. Alec reached over and ruffled his brother's hair, but Max was still looking at Jace, his eyes shining.

Max had always hero- worshiped him in a way that he didn't wor- ship his own older brother, probably because Jace was far more tolerant of Max's pres- ence. We saw the coolest stuff. There's this huge armory in Alicante and they took me to some of the places where they make the weapons.

They showed me a new way to make seraph blades too, so they last longer, and I'm going to try to get Hodge to show me—" Jace couldn't help it; his eyes flicked in- stantly to Maryse, his expression incredu- lous.

So Max didn't know about Hodge? Hadn't she told him? He craned his head to look up at her in sur- prise. Jace,"—there was a tightness in her voice when she spoke his name, as if invisible acid were drying up the syllables in her mouth—"get yourself cleaned up and meet me in the library as soon as you can.

We were all in on it. And Hodge said—" "We'll discuss Hodge later as well.

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It would only be fair. We all did ex- actly the same things. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. They're trying to kill each other. This is the guy who's the mortal enemy of the other guy, remember? He killed his dad. Why would they be dancing? Every once in a while one of them would speak, but since it was all in Japanese with Chinese subtitles, it didn't clarify much.

He was the magical emperor, and that was his hat of power. The evil guy was the one with the mechanical hand that talks. Simon set the bag of chips down and made as if to get up and an- swer it. Clary put her hand on his wrist. Just leave it. He could be calling from the hospital. She wasn't sure "happy" was anything she was likely to be right now, not with her mother in the hospit- al hooked up to tubes and bleeping ma- chines, and Luke like a zombie, slumped in the hard plastic chair next to her bed.

Not with worrying about Jace all the time and picking up the phone a dozen times to call the Institute before setting it back down, the number still undialed. Automatyczne logowanie Zarejestruj.

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There are letters made of your body as a fountain is made of water. The topmost floor, the fifty-seventh, contained the most luxurious apartment of all: the Metropole penthouse, a masterpiece of sleek black-and- white design.

Too new to have gathered dust yet, its bare marble floors reflected back the stars visible through the enormous floor-to- ceiling windows. The window glass was per- fectly translucent, providing such a complete illusion that there was nothing between the viewer and the view that it had been known to induce vertigo even in those unafraid of heights.

Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side. On a clear night the illuminated Statue of Liberty was just visible to the south—but there was fog to- night, and Liberty Island was hidden behind a white bank of mist.

There was a frown on his narrow, ascetic face as he turned away from the glass and strode across the floor, the heels of his boots echoing against the marble floor. It's more solid than I thought.

It's making it hard to draw the pentagram.


His hard face was severe but unlined, his eyes clear and steady. You know that, sir.

Without it…" "We're not protected. I know that, young Eli- as. But get on with it. I've known warlocks who could raise a demon, chat him up, and dispatch him back to hell in the time it's taken you to draw half a five-pointed star.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and he pushed his hair back with a hand whose fingers were connected with delicate weblike membranes.

You'll get your money after I talk to Agramon, not before. Despite the holes he'd cut in it, it still compressed his wings uncomfortably; freed, they stretched and expanded themselves, wafting a breeze through the unventilated room. His wings were the color of an oil slick: black threaded with a rainbow of dizzy- ing colors.

The man looked away from him, as if the wings displeased him, but Elias didn't seem to notice. He began circling the pentagram he'd drawn, circling it counter- clockwise and chanting in a demon language that sounded like the crackle of flames.

With a sound like air being sucked from a tire, the outline of the pentagram suddenly burst into flames.

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Something was moving inside the penta- gram, something formless and black. Elias was chanting more quickly now, raising his webbed hands, tracing delicate outlines on the air with his fingers.

Where they passed, blue fire crackled. The man couldn't speak Chthonian, the warlock language, with any fluency, but he recognized enough of the words to understand Elias's repeated chant: Agramon, I summon thee. Out of the spaces between the worlds, I summon thee. The man slid a hand into his pocket. So- mething hard and cold and metallic met the touch of his fingers. He smiled. Upcoming SlideShare. Like this document? Why not share! An annual anal Embed Size px. Start on.

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Are you sure you want to Yes No. Be the first to like this.Download Ebook World Civilizations: Then, with a surge, the smoke seethed past the edge of the star, poured over the border like a wave breaching a levee. Thanks also go to Eve Sinaiko and Emily Lauer for their help and snarky commentary , and to Sarah Rees Brennan, for loving Simon more than anyone else on earth. I am your warrior daughter.

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