Just released by Cassandra Clare:
Warlock
law was very clear on this point: if you loved a mortal, all well and good, but
it was not your place to interfere with their mortality. It took a long time to
become used to such a law . . . usually until you realized that being immortal
was less a gift than a burden.
Magnus dropped the snuffbox back onto the desk and picked up the
phone, hitting the speed-dial button for Alec’s number. When Alec picked up he
sounded both harried and hopeful:
“Magnus? Have you found anything?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry.”
“Oh.” Crushing disappointment made Alec’s voice sound small.
“But I was thinking about parabatai,” said
Magnus. “When parabatai are
especially close, they can sense if the other is dead, or Changed, or —”
“I know,” said Alec. “I know that. I felt it — for that moment
that Jace died, back in Idris. But this isn’t like that.” Magnus could picture
him, eyes blue in his pale face, tugging at a snarled lock of his hair. Alec
usually looked like he’d fallen out of bed and into a random pile of clothes,
rather than as if he’d actually picked out an outfit, and since Jace had gone
missing, he’d started to look like he’d stopped brushing his hair, too. “I just
feel nothing.”
“Like really nothing? As in . . . nothingness?”
“Right . . .?” Alec sounded confused.
“That actually does give me some ideas,” said Magnus. “I’ll do
everything I can to help, you know that, right, Alexander? Not because it’s the
Clave, but because it’s you.”
“I know.” Alec was silent for a moment. “It’s good to hear
your voice, even if you can’t help,” Alec added, and hung up abruptly.
Magnus placed the phone next to him and sat for a moment, still
enough to hear himself breathing. I’m
losing him, he thoughon’t
know how or why, but I know that I am.
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