City of Ashes: The Mortal Instrument, Book 2 by Cassandra Clare

Author:Cassandra Clare
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Social Issues, Juvenile Fiction, City & Town Life, Fantasy & Magic, General, New Experience, Fantasy, Fiction, Lifestyles
ISBN: 9781416972242
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2008-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Part Three Day of Wrath

Day of wrath, that day of burning, Seer and Sibyl speak concerning, All the world to ashes turning. -Abraham Coles

14

Fearless

When Clary awoke, light was streaming in through the windows and there was a sharp pain in her left cheek.

Rolling over, she saw that she'd fallen asleep on her sketchpad and the corner of it had been digging into her

face. She'd also dropped her pen onto the duvet, and there was a black stain spreading across the cloth.

With a groan she sat up, rubbed her cheek ruefully, and went in search of a shower. The bathroom showed

telltale signs of the activities of the night before; there were bloody cloths shoved into the trash and a smear of

dried blood across the sink. With a shudder Clary ducked into the shower with a bottle of grapefruit body

wash, determined to scrub away her lingering feelings of unease. Afterward, wrapped in one of Luke's robes

and with a towel around her damp hair, she pushed the bathroom door open to discover Magnus lurking on the

other side, clutching a towel in one hand and his glittery hair in the other. He must have slept on it, she

thought, because one side of the glittered spikes looked dented in. "Why does it take girls so long to shower?"

he demanded. "Mortal girls, Shadowhunters, female warlocks, you're all the same. I'm not getting any younger

waiting out here." Clary stepped aside to let him pass. "How old are you, anyway?" she asked curiously.

Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) Magnus winked at her. "I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly." Clary

rolled her eyes. Magnus made a shooing motion. "Now move your petite behind. I need to get in there; my

hair is a wreck." "Don't use up all my body wash, it's expensive," Clary told him, and headed into the kitchen,

where she rooted around for some filters and plugged in the Mr. Coffee machine. The familiar burble of the

percolator and the smell of coffee damped down her

feeling of unease. As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be? She headed back to the

bedroom to get dressed. Ten minutes later, in jeans and a blue-and-green striped sweater, she was in the living

room shaking Luke awake. He sat up with a groan, his hair rumpled and his face creased with sleep. "How are

you feeling?" Clary asked, handing him a chipped mug full of steaming coffee. "Better now." Luke glanced

down at the torn fabric of his shirt; the edges of the tear were stained with blood. "Where's Maia?" "She's

asleep in your room, remember? You said she could have it." Clary perched on the arm of the sofa. Luke

rubbed at his shadowed eyes. "I don't remember last night all that well," he admitted. "I remember going out to

the truck and not much after that." "There were more demons hiding outside. They attacked you. Jace and I

took care of them." "More Drevak demons?" "No." Clary spoke with reluctance.

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