Ooh. A new deleted scene from the bestselling City of Lost Souls! And it's between Simon, Jordan and Izzy. Check it out:
I’m in.
Clary’s words rang in Simon’s head, clear
as a bell, the moment he opened his eyes. He was lying in the bed in Magnus’
spare room, sheets thrown off, barefoot; Isabelle was gone. He sat up, rubbing
his temples, and thought back at her:
In where?
Simon? Her voice was faint, fading, as if she were walking away
from him. He sat up.
Clary?
There was no response. He lurched to his
feet, his mouth dry.
Clary!
The word echoed inside his head like a
bell rung in an empty room. Swearing, he pulled off his clothes, threw on new
jeans and a sweater, and went out into the living room to look for his
messenger bag. He felt a little sick, as if he might throw up. Clary had called
out to him, but he couldn’t reach her back; what if he could never
reach her back? What if she was dead or lost or the goddamn rings just didn’t work?
Jordan was lying on the futon in jeans and
a green shirt, a mug of coffee balanced on his stomach. He turned his head,
dark hair spilling into his eyes, as Simon came in. “Your phone’s been ringing
all morning.”
Simon grabbed for his messenger bag,
hanging on a peg on the wall. “Who was it?”
“I don’t know. Didn’t check. It’s your
phone. You get a lot of calls, man.”
Simon forebore from pointing out that they
didn’t have a land line, so everyone who knew him had to call his mobile. He
fished the phone out and stared at the number. An unrecognizable 718 prefix;
someone in Brooklyn. He looked at Jordan. “Did — have you seen Isabelle?”
A small smile played around Jordan’s
mouth. “She’s taking a shower.”
Simon glanced toward the bathroom door,
which was closed. Isabelle —Clary — it was all way too much. The sort of thing
that would make you want to take a deep, steadying breath, if you breathed.
Instead he flipped his phone open and dialed; it picked up on the first ring.
“Hello?”
Simon was floored. “Magnus?”
A chuckle. “Hey, Daylighter.”
“No offense, but I never really visualized
you calling me before.”
“It’s hardly a social call.” There was a
noise in the background; a murmur of voices. “Simon, have you —”
“No, I mean I didn’t really think of you
as using the phone. More — appearing in a burst of glitter.”
“Have you seen Clary?” Magnus said,
firmly. “I’ll address the glitter issue later. But Jocelyn is here with Brother
Zachariah, and —” he lowered his voice — “Clary’s not in her room.”
Simon gave up and took a deep breath
anyway, just out of reflex. “No,” he said. “No, she wouldn’t be.”
“But you do know where she is?”
Simon squeezed his eyes shut. “Yeah.”
There was a pause. “I think you better get
over here.”
“Do you want me to bring Isabelle?”
“Isabelle’s there?” Magnus managed to
sound dryly amused, despite everything.
“She — she, ah, spent the night.”
“Alec will be delighted to hear that.
Perhaps we can have a contest to see whether he or Jocelyn kills you first.”
Magnus chortled. “Have you told Jordan about Luke yet?”
“No.” Simon opened his eyes; Jordan was
still lying on the futon, engrossed in a fat science fiction novel. “Should I?”
“He should know. He’s Praetor Lupus and
this is a big deal for the Moon’s Children. In fact, bring him along. Bring all
your little friends along. You’ll need them!”
With which cheerful pronouncement, Magnus
clicked off. Jordan sat up, setting his book aside. “What was that about
telling me —”
He broke off, his eyes widening. The
bathroom door had opened, and on a cloud of steam out came Isabelle, her hair
like a wet black river down her back. She was wrapped in a red towel that just
hit the tops of her thighs and her legs looked miles long. Both boys stared at
her.
“I am so
hungover,” she announced, flipped her hair over one shoulder, and stalked off
toward Simon’s bedroom. Simon looked over at Jordan, whose eyebrows had risen
up to his hairline.
This one is quite good, actually. But I've never imagine that Simon would lose contact of Clary. This is quite horrible for Simon himself, Jocelyn, and The Lightwoods as well. If Jace was there, he probably would be frantic to find her if thing had gone to that point. But since that Clary was trying to find Jace, I think we don't count his feelings in our wishful thinkings.
Will there be more deleted scene from City of Lost Souls? Guess we'll have to wait and see. But if there's more, I would like to read! (I think I will never get tired of reading snippets, teasers, deleted scenes and extras)
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