“Sorry?” Isabelle demanded. “Do you know what a big deal it was for me to come here, to make a fool of myself in front of all these people? Do you know—of course you don’t. You don’t want me to believe in you? You don’t want me to choose you?”
Isabelle pulled her hands away from him, turned her face away as she had in the garden of the Institute that was her home. This time Simon knew it was absolutely his fault.
She was already leaving as she said:
“Have it your way, Simon Lewis. I won’t.”
* * *
Simon was so depressed after Isabelle had gone—after he had driven her away—that he didn’t think he’d ever move off his cot bed again. He lay there, listening to George chatter and scrub the walls. He’d removed an impressive amount of the slime.
Simon retreated to where he believed nobody would ever find him. He went and sat in the bathroom. The stone flags were cracked in the bathrooms; there was something dark in one of the toilets. Simon hoped it was just a result of people throwing away the soup.
He had half an hour of peace in the bathroom, alone with the horrible toilets, until George poked his head around the door.
“Hey, buddy,” said George. “Do not use these bathrooms. I cannot stress that enough.”
“I’m not going to use the bathroom,” Simon said drearily. “I’m a mess, but I’m not an idiot. I just wanted to be alone and think depressing thoughts. You want to know a secret?”
George was silent for a moment. “If you want to tell me. You don’t have to. We all have secrets.”
“I chased away the most amazing girl I have ever met, because I’m too much of a loser to manage being myself. That’s my secret: I want to be a hero, but I’m not one. Everybody thinks I’m some amazing warrior who summoned angels and rescued Shadowhunters and saved the world, but it’s a joke. I can’t even remember what I did. I can’t imagine how I did it. I’m no one special, and no one’s going to be fooled for long, and I don’t even know what I’m doing here. So. You have a secret that can beat that?”
There was a low gurgle from one of the toilets. Simon did not even look toward it. He was not interested in investigating that sound.
“I’m not a Shadowhunter at all,” George said in a rush.
Sitting on a bathroom floor was not an ideal way to receive monumental revelations. Simon frowned. “You’re not a Lovelace?”
“No, I’m a Lovelace.” George’s normally lighthearted voice was stern. “But I’m not a Shadowhunter. I’m adopted. The Shadowhunters who came to recruit me didn’t even think of that—of people with Shadowhunter blood wanting mundane children, giving them Shadowhunter names and thinking of them as their own. I was always planning to tell the truth, but I figured it would be easier when I got here—less trouble to decide to let me stay than to work out whether they wanted to bring me. And then I met the others, and I started the course, and I figured out I could keep up with them pretty easily. I saw what they thought of mundanes. I figured it wouldn’t do any harm to keep the secret and stay in the elite class and be like the rest of the guys, just for a while.”
George shoved his hands in his pockets, and stared at the floor.
“But I’d met you, too, and you didn’t have any special powers, and you’d already done more than all the rest of them put together. You do things now, like transfer to the mundane class when you didn’t have to, and that made me man up and tell the dean I was a mundie and get transferred, too. You did that. The way you are now, okay? So stop talking about what a loser you are, because I wouldn’t follow a loser into a slime-covered bedroom or a slime-covered bathroom, and I’ve followed you into both.” George paused and said aggressively: “And I would really like to change the phrasing of that last sentence, because it sounded so bad, but I’m not sure how.”
“I’ll take it in the spirit it was meant,” said Simon. “And I—I’m really glad you told me. I was hoping for a cool mundie roommate from the start.”
“Wanna know another secret?” George asked.
Simon was slightly terrified of another revelation, and worried George was a secret agent, but he nodded anyway.
“Everybody in this academy, Shadowhunters and mundanes, people with the Sight and without it, every one of them is looking to be a hero. We are all hoping for it, and trying for it, and soon we will be bleeding for it. You’re just like the rest of us, Si. Except there’s one thing about you that’s different: We all want to be heroes, but you know you can be one. You know in another life, in an alternate universe, however you want to think of it, you were a hero. You can be one again. Maybe not the same hero, but you have it in you to make the right choices, to make the big sacrifices. That’s a lot of pressure. But it’s a lot more hope than any of the rest of us have. Think about it that way, Simon Lewis, and I think you’re pretty lucky.”
Simon had not thought about it that way. He’d just kept thinking that a switch was going to be flipped, and he was going to be special again. But Isabelle was right: This could not just be about being special. He remembered seeing the Academy for the first time, how glamorous and impressive it had looked from a distance, and how different it had looked close up. He was starting to think the process of becoming a Shadowhunter was the same way. He was starting to believe it would all be cutting himself with a sword and having his horse run away with him, eating terrible soup and scraping slime off the walls, and figuring out slowly and awkwardly who he really wanted to be, this time around.
George leaned against the bathroom wall, which was an obviously rash and dangerous move, and grinned at him. Seeing that grin, seeing George refuse to be serious for more than a second, reminded Simon of something else about his first day at the Academy. It reminded him of hope.
“Speaking of luck, Isabelle Lightwood is a total babe. Actually, she’s better than a babe: She’s a hero. She came all the way here to tell the world you were hers. You’re telling me she doesn’t know another hero when she sees one? You’re going to figure out what you’re doing here. Isabelle Lightwood believes in you, and for what it’s worth, I do too.”
Simon stared up at George.
“It’s worth a lot,” he said finally. “Thanks for saying all that.”
“You’re welcome. Now please get up off the floor,” George implored. “It is so nasty.”
Simon did get up off the floor. He left the bathroom, George ahead of him, and both of them almost plowed into Catarina Loss, who was dragging a huge covered tureen over the flagstones with a scraping sound.
“Ms. Loss . . . ,” said Simon. “Can I ask you—what you’re doing?”
“Dean Penhallow has decided that she is not going to order fresh food supplies until all this delicious, nutritious soup has been consumed. So I am going to bury this soup in the woods,” announced Catarina Loss. “Grab the other handle.”
“Huh. Okay, good plan,” said Simon, grabbing the other handle of the tureen and falling in with Catarina. George followed them as they went, unsteadily balancing the soup tureen between them. As they walked through the drafty, echoing corridors of the Academy, Simon added: “I just have one quick question about the woods. And bears.”
About the Authors
Cassandra Clare is the author of the #1 New York Times, USA TODAY, Wall Street Journal, and Publishers Weekly bestselling Mortal Instruments series and the Infernal Devices trilogy, and coauthor of The Bane Chronicles with Sarah Rees Brennan and Maureen Johnson. She also wrote The Shadowhunter's Codex with her husband, Joshua Lewis. Her books have more than 35 million copies in print worldwide and have been translated into more than thirty-five languages. Cassandra lives in western Massachusetts. Visit her at CassandraClare.com. Learn more about the world of the Shadowhunters at Shadowhunters.com.
Sarah Rees Brennan is the author of the critically acclaimed Unspoken. The first book of her Demon’s Lexicon series received three starred reviews and
was an ALA Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults. Unspoken and Team Human, a novel cowritten with Justine Larbalestier, were YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults picks and TAYSHAS picks. Visit her at SarahReesBrennan.com.
MEET THE AUTHORS, WATCH VIDEOS AND MORE AT
SimonandSchuster.com
authors.simonandschuster.com/Cassandra-Clare
authors.simonandschuster.com/Sarah-Rees-Brennan
A new cover will be revealed each month as the Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy continue!
Also by Cassandra Clare
THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS
City of Bones
City of Ashes
City of Glass
City of Fallen Angels
City of Lost Souls
City of Heavenly Fire
THE INFERNAL DEVICES
Clockwork Angel
Clockwork Prince
Clockwork Princess
The Shadowhunter's Codex
With Joshua Lewis
The Bane Chronicles
With Sarah Rees Brennan and Maureen Johnson
Preorder Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy Now
Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy
The Lost Herondale
The Whitechapel Fiend
Nothing but Shadows
The Evil We Love
Pale Kings and Princes
Bitter of Tongue
The Fiery Trial
Born to Endless Night
Angels Twice Descending
Also by Cassandra Clare
City of Bones
City of Bones
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
City of Ashes
City of Ashes
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
City of Glass
City of Glass
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
City of Fallen Angels
City of Fallen Angels
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
City of Lost Souls
City of Lost Souls
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
City of Heavenly Fire
City of Heavenly Fire
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
Clockwork Angel
Clockwork Angel
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
Clockwork Prince
Clockwork Prince
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
Clockwork Princess
Clockwork Princess
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
The Shadowhunter's Codex
The Shadowhunter's Codex
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
The Bane Chronicles
The Bane Chronicles
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
The Lost Herondale
The Lost Herondale
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
The Whitechapel Fiend
The Whitechapel Fiend
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
Nothing but Shadows
Nothing but Shadows
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
The Evil We Love
The Evil We Love
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
Pale Kings and Princes
Pale Kings and Princes
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
Bitter of Tongue
Bitter of Tongue
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
The Fiery Trial
The Fiery Trial
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
Born to Endless Night
Born to Endless Night
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
Angels Twice Descending
Angels Twice Descending
CLICK HERE TO ORDER
* * *
ORDER YOUR COPIES TODAY!
* * *
Thank you for reading this eBook.
Find out about free book giveaways, exclusive content, and amazing sweepstakes! Plus get updates on your favorite books, authors, and more when you join the Simon & Schuster Teen mailing list.
CLICK HERE TO LEARN MORE
or visit us online to sign up at
eBookNews.SimonandSchuster.com/teen
* * *
MARGARET K. McELDERRY BOOKS
An imprint of Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing Division
1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, New York 10020
www.SimonandSchuster.com
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Text copyright © 2015 by Cassandra Claire, LLC.
Cover photo-illustration copyright © 2015 by Cliff Nielsen
All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.
MARGARET K. MCELDERRY BOOKS is a trademark of Simon & Schuster, Inc.
For information about special discounts for bulk purchases, please contact Simon & Schuster Special Sales at 1-866-506-1949 or [email protected].
The Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau can bring authors to your live event. For more information or to book an event, contact the Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau at 1-866-248-3049 or visit our website at www.simonspeakers.com.
Book design by Nicolas Sciacca
The text for this book is set in Dolly.
ISBN 978-1-4814-4314-2 (eBook)
Contents
* * *
Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy
About the Authors
Copyright
Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy Page 6
