Also by Cassandra Clare

have important information, but until you clean off the sand, I don’t think I could concentrate on
anything but how badly you two must itch.”
Emma meant to change when she got back to her room. She genuinely did. But despite her hours of
sleep on the beach, she was exhausted enough that the moment she sat down on the bed, she collapsed.
Hours later, after a fast shower, she threw on clean jeans and a tank top and raced out into the
hallway, feeling like a mundane teenager late for class. She flew down the hall to the library to find
everyone else already there; in fact, they looked as if they’d been there for a while. Ty was sitting at
one end of the longest library table in a pool of afternoon sunshine, a pile of papers in front of him.
Mark was by his side; Livvy was balanced on top of the table, barefoot, dancing back and forth with
her saber. Diana and Dru were amusing Tavvy with a book.
“Diana said you went to the convergence,” said Livvy, waving her saber as Emma came in.
Cristina, who had been standing by a shelf of books, gave her an uncharacteristically cool look.
“Fighting Mantids without me,” Mark said, and smiled. “Hardly fair.”
“There weren’t any Mantids,” said Emma. She hopped up onto the table across from Ty, who was
still scribbling, and launched into the story of what she had found in the cave. Halfway through her
recitation, Julian came in, his hair as damp as Emma’s. He was wearing a jade-colored T-shirt that
turned his eyes dark green. Their eyes met, and Emma forgot what she was saying.
“Emma?” Cristina prompted after a long pause. “You were saying? You found a dress?”
“This doesn’t sound very likely,” said Livvy. “Who keeps a dress in a cave?”
“It might have been a ceremonial outfit,” Emma said. “It was an elaborate robe—and very
elaborate jewels.”
“So maybe the necromancer is a woman,” said Cristina. “Maybe it really is Belinda.”
“She didn’t strike me as that powerful,” said Mark.
“You can sense power?” asked Emma. “Is that a faerie thing?”
Mark shook his head, but the half smile he gave felt to Emma like a sliver of Faerie. “Just a
feeling.”
“But speaking of faerie things, Mark did give us the key to translate more of the markings,” said
Livvy.
“Really?” said Emma. “What do they say?”
Ty looked up from the papers. “He gave us the second line, and after that it was easier. Livvy and I
worked out most of the third. From looking at the patterns of the markings, it seems to be about five or
six lines, repeated.”
“Is it a spell?” Emma said. “Malcolm said it was probably a summoning spell.”
Ty rubbed at his face, leaving a smear of ink across one cheekbone. “It doesn’t look like a
summoning spell. Maybe Malcolm made a mistake. We’ve done a lot better than him on the
translation,” he added proudly as Livvy put her saber away and crouched down on the table beside
him. She reached out to rub the ink from his cheek with her sleeve.
“Malcolm doesn’t have Mark,” said Julian, and Mark gave Julian a quick, surprised smile of
gratitude.
“Or Cristina,” said Mark. “I would never have figured out the connection if Cristina had not
realized it was an issue of translation.”
Cristina blushed. “So how does the third line go, Tiberius?”
Ty batted Livvy’s hand away and recited: