Exclusive Excerpt from Lost Book of the White
Clary suddenly grabbed his arm and said, in a quiet but intense tone, “I need to talk to you for a moment.”
Magnus regarded her. It was so strange to see her now, a proper adult. For years, she had been a quiet, wide-eyed child whom he’d met over and over for the first time. She knew nothing of the Shadow World—and it had been Magnus’s job to make sure that remained true. And so when her mother would bring her over, she always had the same reaction—awe, uncertainty. Each time, she noticed his eyes, luminous and slit-pupiled—each time, he expected her to be frightened, but she was only ever curious. When she got old enough, she would ask him, “Why do you have cat eyes?” He got to try out plenty of responses.
“I traded them with my cat. Now he has human eyes.”
“The better to see you with, my dear.”
“Why do you not have cat eyes?”
It was strange to know that Clary didn’t share those memories.
To have watched someone grow up without them remembering it. Until, of course, the day he saw her at Chairman Meow’s birthday party, surrounded by New York’s Shadowhunters, and without warning, transformed into the warrior she had been born to be, already the spitting image of Jocelyn at her age.
Now she looked uneasy, as though she was thinking about how to deliver bad news. A few years ago she would just have blurted it out, but now she was his friend and she was concerned about his feelings. It was nice, but strange.
She said, “I had a dream about you, this morning. Just before Alec’s call woke us up.”
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