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Cancel Overwrite Save. Don't wait! Try Yumpu. Start using Yumpu now! Terms of service. Privacy policy. Cookie policy. Change language. Main languages. In love, the sincerity of a person depends upon the sacrificial efforts of the loved one.

Do you have an interest in such drama-based romantic stories? You will enjoy reading the book, and we assure you that you will enjoy reading the book. And it will be hard for you to stop reading until you read the last sentence of this book. The City of Glass is the third part of the world-famous drama-based fictional romantic novel series The Mortal Instrument.

And we are not giving you a recap here. In this part, Clary takes a risk to bring her mother back from the coma. She goes to the prohibited city, where no one is allowed to go without permission.

Our mother. I have to help her. You could at least pretend you care a little bit. There were shadows below his eyes, Clary noticed without wanting to, and dark hollows under his cheekbones. Tell me where to go, who to ask. Not you. Why just you? For a moment she stared at him through it—the mesh of the gate divided up his face into a series of diamond shapes, outlined in metal. A single golden eye stared at her through one diamond, furious anger flickering in its depths.

But with a jerk and a clatter, the elevator was already moving, carrying her down into the dark silence of the cathedral. Poor Alec, stuck between Jace and his mother, always trying to do the right thing. His glasses were pushed up into his brown hair, which seemed flecked with more gray now than Clary remembered.

There was a square package under his arm, tied with a length of green ribbon. He held it out to Clary. Almost everything she owned now was a gift from Luke. That last thought hung unspoken between them. But I saw it, and I thought of you. The object inside was swathed in layers of tissue paper. She gave a little gasp. It was a bottle-green velvet coat, old-fashioned, with a gold silk lining, brass buttons, and a wide hood. She drew it onto her lap, smoothing her hands lovingly down the soft material.

He was looking studiously at his watch. She could almost believe there was nothing bothering him. Maia, she told herself, was nice. She was smart. She was pretty. She was also a werewolf. A werewolf with a crush on Simon. But maybe that was as it should be. Maybe his new friend should be a Downworlder.

After all, he was a Downworlder himself now. She wondered if it was a side effect of the vampirism, or something else entirely. Then he paused and drew back, his expression uncertain. She frowned in surprise, but he was already gone, brushing past Luke in the doorway. She heard the front door bang in the distance.

Or people. Give him time. You did break up with him. He broke up with me. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box. That was the eighties. She buttoned it up to the neck, luxuriating in the soft feel of the velvet. She turned to Luke. Clary clutched the cuffs of the coat, digging her fingers into the soft pile.

The mention of her mother, mixed with the sadness in his expression, was making her want to cry. And, Clary? He smiled. The Institute rose up against the high blue sky, a slab of granite windowed with pointed arches and surrounded by a high stone wall.