The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones Page #2
And demons can take possession of any
living creature. You can't trust anyone.
Even people you think you know.
I did just save your life.
Dorothea, open up! Please.
Can you...?
Do you know what happened
to my mom?
Do you?
- Wait. You can see this guy?
- Of course she can, she's a witch.
Downgraded from a gingerbread house
to a one-bedroom?
- Do you know where my mom is?
- Sorry. I have no idea.
Well, she mentioned a name: Valentine.
- You better leave.
- No, please.
Not until you tell me something.
Anything.
Let's see what the cards have to say.
I'm sorry, but you know
that I don't believe in any of...
Sit.
Run your hands over the cards.
My mom painted these.
Yes. They were a gift.
Let's see which card gets picked.
The Ace of Cups.
- That's the Mortal Cup.
- So?
Ignore him.
It's a Mortal Instrument. One of the
three holy objects of my people.
- What's it doing here?
- I don't understand...
what any of this
has to do with my mom.
Your mother was a Shadowhunter.
Like him.
No, my mom is a painter.
She never told you
any of this, did she?
Look, all I know is that she's gone...
and I have no idea where
Let me read you.
There's something blocking your mind.
My guess is your mother hired someone
- From what?
- Your own memories.
Why? I don't remember anything
she'd want me to forget.
Wait...
Nice to meet you.
What the hell?
- You scared me.
- What the hell happened here?
- My mom's missing.
- What?
Someone took her
and destroyed the place.
Well...
this guy is helping me find her.
But you can't see him. And he...
Clary.
Great. Okay,
now I can't see him, either.
Jace Wayland.
Demon hunter.
Simon Lewis. Keymaster.
Are you the Gatekeeper?
I have no idea
what you're talking about.
- So you can see him now?
- What?
Of course I can see him.
What are you talking about?
Just a sec.
This is so confusing.
Who's this?
It's my dad.
He died when I was two.
Clary. So, wait.
Your mom is gone...
and you're hanging around with some
dyed-blond wannabe Goth weirdo?
Where'd you come across this guy?
- Well, I didn't... He found me.
- What? He found you.
- I know it sounds.
- Check this.
And for the record,
my hair's naturally blond.
Clary, Clary, Clary, Simon?
She called you?
Why didn't you pick up?
If I'd known it was serious,
I would've picked up.
Well, how would you know
if you didn't pick it up?
What's that?
Nothing good.
Do you have any idea
where she found this?
I've got to find Luke.
It's so weird, his truck's here.
This way.
No, you wait here.
Who made you the boss?
It's okay. Just let us know
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