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“This is ridiculous,” Iarlath protested. “The boy should take the whipping—” “Leave it, Iarlath,” said Gwyn. His arms were tight around Mark. Iarlath subsided, muttering—Mark was struggling and gasping—the stele was cold in Emma’s hand —colder still as she brought it down against Julian’s skin— She drew the rune. “Sleep, my love,” she whispered, so low that only Julian could hear her. For a moment his eyes fluttered wide, clear and astonished. Then they shut, and he slumped to the ground. “Emma!” Mark’s voice was a shout. “What have you done?” Emma rose to her feet, turning to see Iarlath’s face, blazing with rage. Gwyn, though—she thought she caught a flash of amusement in his eyes. “I knocked him out,” she said. “He’s unconscious. Nothing you can do will wake him.” Iarlath’s lip curled. “You think to deprive us of our punishment by depriving him of his ability to feel it? Are you such a fool?” He turned toward Gwyn. “Bring Mark forward,” he snarled. “We will whip him instead, and then we will have whipped two Blackthorns.” “No!” Kieran cried. “No! I forbid it—I cannot bear it—” “No one cares what you can bear, princeling, least of all I,” said Iarlath. His smile was twisted. “Yes, we will whip both brothers,” he said. “Mark will not escape. And I doubt your parabatai will soon forgive you for it,” he added, turning back to Emma. “Instead of whipping two Blackthorns,” she said, “you can whip a Carstairs. Wouldn’t that be better?” Gwyn hadn’t moved at Iarlath’s order; now his eyes widened. Kieran drew in his breath. “Julian told you he killed faeries during the Dark War,” she said. “But I have killed many more. I cut their throats; I wet my fingers with their blood. I’d do it again.” “Silence!” Rage filled Iarlath’s voice. “How dare you brag of such things?” She reached down and yanked up her shirt. Mark’s eyes widened as she dropped it to the ground. She was standing in front of all of them in just her bra and jeans. She didn’t care. She didn’t feel naked—she felt clothed in rage and fury, like a warrior from one of Arthur’s tales. “Whip me,” she said. “Agree to it and this will end here. Otherwise I swear I will hunt you through the lands of Faerie unto eternity. Mark can’t, but I can.” Iarlath said something exasperated in a language Emma didn’t know, turning to look at the ocean. Kieran moved forward as he did so, toward Julian’s crumpled form. “Don’t you touch him!” Mark yelled, but Kieran didn’t look at him, just slid his hands under Julian’s arms and drew him away from the tree. He laid him down a few feet away, removing his own long tunic to wrap it around Jules’s unconscious, bleeding body. Emma expelled a breath of relief. The sun felt hot on her naked back. “Do it,” she said. “Unless you are too cowardly to whip a girl.” “Emma, stop,” said Mark. His voice was full of a terrible ache. “Let it be me.” Iarlath’s eyes had brightened with a cruel light. “Very well, Carstairs,” he said. “Do as your parabatai did. Ready yourself for the whip.” Emma saw Gwyn’s expression turn to one of sadness as she moved toward the tree. The bark, up close, was smooth and dark red-brown. It felt cool to the touch as she slid her arms around it. She could see the individual cracks in the bark. She gripped the wood with her hands. She heard Mark call her name again, but it seemed to be coming from very far away. Iarlath moved to stand behind her. The whip whistled as he raised it. She closed her eyes. In the darkness behind her eyelids, she saw
Julian, and fire around him. Fire in the chambers of the Silent City. She heard his voice whisper the words, those old words from the Bible, taken and remade by Shadowhunters to form the parabatai oath. Whither thou goest, I will go— The whip came down. If she had thought she felt pain before, it was agony now. Her back felt as if it were being opened up by fire. She ground her teeth together to silence her scream. Entreat me not to leave thee— Again. The pain was worse this time. Her fingers bit into the wood of the tree. Or to return from following after thee— Again. She slid to her knees. The Angel do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me. Again. The pain rose up like a wave, blotting out the sun. She screamed, but she couldn’t hear herself—her ears were stoppered, the world crumpling, folding in on itself. The whip came down a fifth time, a sixth, a seventh, but now she barely felt it as the darkness swallowed her.
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For holly Elven, he was
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24 BY THE NAME OF ANNABEL LEE 25 TO
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know that. A cluricaun offered to f
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waist. She wore a golden sword stra
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terrifying. They were split into tw
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“It’s just not working out,”
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She missed him horribly, but she su
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thought of starting over, and partl
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Emma sighed. “It’s so hard to b
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When Diana had come to work as the
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“It’s not a wart!” As Emma pu
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anyone had been able to identify to
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Emma leaned in, and Cristina, looki
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up late after staying up nearly all
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Emma crossed her arms defiantly ove
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“I had someone when I was younger
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were still spotted with paint. He w
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The attic of the Institute was dim.
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the attic felt ancient and dusty an
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each other’s beds. There would be
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Everyone knew Jace and Clary. That
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familiar voices. She sped up, a smi
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“I only found out about it the ni
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Emma hit the training mat hard, rol
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“Who’s Perfect Diego?” Livvy
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minded professor type. He had been
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“It’s gotten worse, hasn’t it
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Ty had taken one of his hand toys o
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“Why don’t you have a boyfriend
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At the time Emma hadn’t been able
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“Because he doesn’t want to see
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the split that tore it open, see th
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“A faerie who carries a weapon ca
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He grabbed up the jacket he’d bee
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The inner doors to the Sanctuary we
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Arthur took a shaking breath. His h
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trial for the murder of the fey and
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Sanctuary, and I do not care if the
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wondering if his mind was following
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“No,” Julian said, his voice ge
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“Oh, you have,” she said. “We
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“I could go to Malcolm’s alone,
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“You’re Shadowhunters. It could
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“Some of the bodies were fey,”
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shimmered alive as he approached it
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through the Institute only moments
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An acorn. Cristina’s eyes widened
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She was so close to him he could fe
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could endure it. Julian had thought
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of someone when there was danger. H
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Julian leaned against the table. He
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even try?” “I won’t fight wit
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Emma shouldered open the door to Ju
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he said. “It’s just, I always t
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“Sort of like that.” Emma edged
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“You would have me believe there
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Without another word Emma swung her
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No wonder Jace Herondale had once j
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Emma turned on her heel in a slow c
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Mantid, slid toward the edge of the
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feeling light-headed. In the moonli
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lank look, and then remembered the
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They were all quiet for a moment. T
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“It’s done,” Diana said, toss
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at her. She put the eggs down on th
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Livvy dispatched the dummy with a s
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“Ty is not like Arthur.” Julian
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ook called Danse Macabre in one han
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“I think Ty’s doubled up on his
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twilight now, not quite full dark,
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drowning-blackened face to the nigh
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Emma in a joking way that perhaps s
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“Beautiful,” he said finally.
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phone. “No!” Julian said, force
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was meant to prevent healing magic,
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anyone ever tried to hurt Cristina
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Livvy, and Mark’s plate of strawb
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with my—” “All right, you’v
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oth of his eyes had been Blackthorn
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The Wild hunt, some Years ago Mark
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“What care I?” said Mark, listl
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Emma stood in front of the mirror i
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know it, he likes it.” “Does he
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So it is decreed by Raziel. Sed lex
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“For tonight? First, I am so jeal
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the ocean. Cristina, in the seat ne
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should have been able to fix you. E
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Standing in the marble entryway, Ju
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What if Mark decided not to stay? W
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Emma patted the seat beside her. In
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Smith was, and Cristina stomped on
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thought. She found herself making j
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N-G? But he didn’t seem to notice
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“What are you doing here?” Mark
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“Then take them off me,” Mark m
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threaded tendrils into Downworld an
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never have allowed you in.” “Yo
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“I know you think you can’t tru
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Nephilim, I wonder?” “Sterling
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“I am Julian’s parabatai,” sh
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nearly collided with Cristina outsi
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Julian’s phone pinged. LIVVY SAYS
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Julian thumbed out a response: GO O
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perhaps, was that Ty was looking at
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“You couldn’t have known he had
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It looked as if the kitchen had exp
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their food back up the hill. Julian
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Cristina nodded. “I can do it. Di
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He felt exhausted, scraped out, hol
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familiar. “Be kind to him. He has
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inside the circle, the room looked
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could see the pale square of the po
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Julian checked in with Emma with hi
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more clearly. She crept to the side
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After the darkness, there was light
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came up to clasp his hips; her hand
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At the sound of Sebastian’s name,
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“So you couldn’t have protected
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“Maybe not,” Jace said. “Do y
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out. He threw on jeans and a T-shir
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inside. Tavvy was curled up half in
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matter what happens,” he barked,
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ody. “I used to read Law books,
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“You made it,” she said. “For
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thought. Sunlight was streaming thr
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the same. She had the same sweet ex
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“Do you think he’ll be all righ
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easier to end someone else’s love
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you don’t love them, or that you
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Julian’s life. I hate to ask you
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