Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy

by Cassandra Clare

Do you remember Raphael?” Magnus asked. “The vampire who turned you.” “Only in bits and pieces,” Simon said. “I remember him telling me Isabelle was out of my league.” Magnus turned his face away, not quite successfully hiding a smile. “That sounds like Raphael.” “I remember—feeling him die,” said Simon, his voice sticking in his throat. That was the worst of his stolen memories, that the weight of the memory remained when all else was gone, that he felt loss without knowing what he had lost. “He meant something to me, but I don’t know if he liked me. I don’t know if I liked him.” “He felt responsible for you,” Magnus said. “It occurred to me today that maybe I should have felt responsible for you in the same way. I was the one who performed the spell that brought you back your memories; I was the one who set you on the path to Shadowhunter Academy. Raphael was the first one to place you in another world, but I placed you in another world as well.”